Sing still, O dream! My angel o'er my mind, <br />Of happiness that sorrow's muse concealed; <br />Of wings these broken dreams have left behind. <br />A promise wrought of life we dared not find, <br />With weeping tears of passion's lonely zeal. <br /> <br />Sing still, O dream! My angel o'er my mind, <br />Of midnight when we soared on howling wind, <br />In skies impressed of sorrow's waxen seal <br />On wings these broken dreams have left behind. <br />No chains about my heart would harder bind, <br />The love that our own life did full reveal. <br /> <br />Sing still, O dream! My angel o'er my mind! <br />As lovers pass with breaths we breathe combined, <br />Where hopes could forge such pain as much as feel <br />The wings these broken dreams have left behind. <br /> <br />Could souls still mend our love and leave defined <br />A wraith's poor plan of existence made real. <br />Sing still, O dream! My angel o'er my mind - <br />Though wings are broken, dreams still lift my mind. <br /> <br />-2005<br /><br />David Zvekic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sing-still-o-dream/
