Where Do Dead Dreams Go?

Dead dreams still haunt my past self I tend to speak ill of them As if they could hear meĀ  Where do dreams go when they die? Do they dissolve back into ideas Wishful thinking left unchecked Or do they disappear Run away with the wind and make merry in the night We know what…

Fields of Lost Dreams

Wandering through fields of Lost dreams I seemed to have forgotten myself Forgotten the taste of a dream What does it feel like to hope? To wish upon the wings of uncertainty Balancing between the two worlds apart If I were to rise once more To conquer and claim my own Would stand by me…

Melt

I want to melt To fall into a stupor Until the world forgets my face Til my name no longer rolls off the tongue And my accomplishments are forgotten Then I’ll truly be free To dance in a dream On wings Where angel meets I want to drown To discover a caper Where the world…

A Sip of Wine

She sits With a wine bottle in her hand And drinks down the fear of tomorrow Her sigh Is heard From the shores of the sand She dreams On far less adventurous things Of a home And a family Of loved ones who are too far away She drinks her sorrow away Waiting for a…

When the moon dreams

When the moon sleepsIt dreams of thingsThat has no meaningTo the modern manThere are wounds on its soulThat is older than the fragrance of timeThe moon dreamsOf the pastOf things long goneAnd memories best left aloneIt is a lonely momentWhere the current ideasDo not take holdIt dreams of old friends and forgotten loversOf revolutions long…

Withered Dreams

Withered dreams lay at my feet In puddles of hopeless dreams When I step closer, they struggle away As if I were a disease I see them in the alleyways And across the street In empty shopping malls Where two paths meet And if I were to approach They’ll growl and hiss At my slightest…

Hope

Hope dances on the wind Whispering in a sweet soft voice on the darkest of nights When the world has gone cold And there are no fires to scare away the night Hope lingers on the lips of lovers It clings to goodbyes as if they were not so It wishes for tomorrow Hope is…

A Father’s Dreams

A mother’s tears teach young girls to be sad Because Dad was never the man you thought he was He was never as sweet or as kind He lost his love while searching for a dream he could not remember Father never loved like her like he did a dream Maybe it was hope that…