Every night we dream of things <br />half of them we never remember, <br />but our dreams are only things <br />our brain is sorting out <br />what it wants to remember. <br />The rest are left to visit <br />the dark side of the moon. <br /> <br />When love comes to us <br />with all its frills and froth, <br />then departs with broken hearts. <br />We always like to remember <br />the thrill of its coming <br />and the sadness of parting <br />is sent to the dark side of the moon. <br /> <br />As with everything in our lives, <br />we tend to want to forget <br />we package them together <br />and parcel them away. <br />Then on an appropriate day we send them, <br />on their way to <br />the dark side of the moon. <br /> <br />The dark side of the moon <br />where all discarded dreams go. <br />The dark side of the moon <br />is where old love letters stray, <br />to stay forever and a day <br />on the dark side of the moon. <br /> <br />26 September 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-side-of-the-moon/
