Once a love now withered in dust, <br />the flame that kindled candles glow, <br />of dreams and pastures nightmare past, <br />a glass unseen splinters so. <br />The conjured love young hearts bring, <br />so fine and neatly traced, <br />disappear within the years <br />that fondly take their grace. <br /> <br />A sonnet of bestowing fame, <br />lay years to be unseen, <br />like tokens in a daydream case <br />that hurry passed in haste. <br />A tormented soul in darkness, <br />awaits its freedoms light, <br />but passing time awaits no one, <br />in its rush to pass. <br /> <br />The swiftness of a cupid’s arrow, <br />within no mortal dream. <br />The flight of a songbird in the sky, <br />will a way want not. <br />I am a dreamer of the past, <br />whose futures an empty bowl, <br />shed tears of staining sorrow <br />across a hidden brow. <br /> <br />No man is an island, <br />no man is ever best, <br />for one never dreams of love, <br />or puts it to the test. <br />One can only dream of things, <br />with hope they’ll come true, <br />but fools are only dreamers, <br />and fools win in the end.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dreamers-lament/
