I dream of things that cannot be

I dream of things that cannot be

A Poem by Wayne Peake

 

When brooding night in forbidding silence falls
It’s then, my lonely heart in quiet desperation calls
To one whose love is lost to me…
 
I dream of things that cannot be
 
A chilling vision of the maiden, sacred bright,
Brings embittered anguish to my teary night
As if my soul were torn from me…
 
I dream of things that cannot be
 
I wonder at the starry cast of unrelenting fate
To seasons past I drift, before it was too late
To win the love that’s lost to me…
 
I dream of things that cannot be
 
My silent cries to the heartless midnight still entreat
Give me release from this, my unbearable defeat
Let not the infant dawn arise on me…
 
I dream of things that cannot be

© 2010 Wayne Peake



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Wayne Peake
Wayne Peake

pontiac, MI



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Wayne Peake spent his early childhood in the small town of Trout Lake on the edge of the Hiawatha National Park. It was and is -- a beautiful place, surrounded by cedar swamp and dense forest. Moss gr.. more..

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