Dreams
This life is but a dream
and all of us dreamers
some dreams see the day
some do not survive the way
the dearest were the lost ones
their glory lay in failure astound
once cherished in my heart
they rest somewhere till eternity long.
I gather the dust of these broken ones,
some grains shine of broken trust
there’s hope written on another grain
if I collect enough – can I dream again?
Musings On Weekends 