Love. Years ago I had a dream, <br />In this dream, <br />I dreamt about life and love, <br />I took it so serious. <br /> <br />Empty. Now, I sit to hunt my dream, <br />But nothing comes to mind. <br />My inspiration left me, <br />No passion left to find. <br /> <br />Cut. Blank pages stare back at me, <br />My treasured dream, <br />Seems to have gone: <br />No path, <br />No depth, No heights, <br />No widths… <br />No song, No words. <br /> <br />Tears. If I had tears, <br />I’d cry the loss of my dream <br />But the pain has eaten them all. <br /> <br />Vacuum. The dream has been taken <br />To a place that doesn’t exist, <br /> <br />Dream. But when I dream again, <br />The passion will be rekindled, <br /> and will begin to flow, <br />The peace-divine will over-flood…<br /><br />Mugano S. Paul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-dream-2/
