Requiem of Dying Dreamers

A lyrical poem about the dying dreams of people who have grown up too fast.

An underwater room of wishers

Our dreams rise up and start to wither

Watching our stars sputter out

Surrounded by thick clouds of doubt

We sink under the surface to swim to shore

 

“The fault only lies within our stars”

But left behind are painful scars

The wounds that will not heal

We can only hope that he’ll

Be back to occupy our dreams again

 

A kiss farewell,

A story to tell,

Or all of the above?

 

For the two lovers

To hold each other

But still long for stronger love?

 

If only from the ground you could see the stars so clearly

The clouds swirling overhead refuse to let you nearly

See the way that I can see them

From high above with a requiem

That plays out for all our dying dreams

 

And reaching up on crooked, broken beams.

 

 

The weeping of those dying stars

And behind them were open doors

But the frames are warped

And the door is parked

On scratched and faded floors

 

The breaths of fallen soldiers and

Our fallen, failing wishes then

Would scald our hearts

And torn apart are

The scars we refuse to mend

 

 A glare farewell,

Gossip to tell,

It’s nothing like before

 

For the two foes,

Their ties to close

Is what you had in store?

 

If only from the ground you could see the stars so clearly

The clouds swirling overhead refuse to let you nearly

See the way that I can see them

From high above with a requiem

That plays out for all our dying dreams

 

And reaching up on crooked, broken beams…

 

If you could only taste the words still blooming on your lips

You’d understand that only you are to make the fix

Hold on to the words you’re thinking

As hopeful thoughts and terms are sinking

And suddenly the information clicks

 

We’re reaching up on crooked, broken beams

For dreams we’d weave on weakly-knotted seams…

 

And those stars you’d left behind in vain

Twinkle in your eyes again

The realization you’ve yet to overcome

 

Even if the floor is falling out

You spoke for them, you’d scream and shout

Because the chorus sings for all those shattered men,

And somehow you’ll stand up for all of them again.

Reviews

[Southern Cross]

"We’re reaching up on crooked, broken beams
For dreams we’d weave on weakly-knotted seams…" Intense write for such a young mind..I usually don't read long verse but this caught me, held my attention and simply loved it

[Brittany]

I thought this was lovely, sad, and beautiful. Great job. I enjoyed.

[Lydia]

I really like the 13th stanza, but all of it is good!