Dreams

Where do they go

On feet of silent hope

Where do they run?

With haste that feels

Urgent yet inevitable

Things that were

Things that will be

Pale in the light

Of what isn't

Ghost notes linger

Strains playing on

Songs that never

Saw the light

Words wither on paper

Defiling the burns

Their weight

An unexpected burden

Where did they go

These dreams

Where did they come from

These dreams