Dream's Burial

In the grip of the closing of another door . . .

Dream's Burial 
 

I buried another dream today
And watched its spirit slip away
And disappear above the trees
'Til naught was left but the evening breeze.

Dark are the stars hung in my sky,
As once more love has passed me by,
Taking with it my heart, my soul,
Exacting love's exhorbitant toll.

With heavy heart I bowed to pray,
Lord, take these foolish dreams away;
They're old, like me, and have no worth,
Bury them deep within the earth.

And then I hung my head and cried
For the foolish child that lives inside
Who still believes in fairy tales
And unicorns with braided tails.

She MUST grow up, she simply must,
For there is no one she can trust;
They'll always hurt her in the end,
Father, mother, lover, friend.

Come, take my hand, to her I say,
Come out into the light of day.
Look in the mirror, what do you see?
Yes, my child, yes--you are me.

No more a child, but old and gray,
Dreams turned to dust, all blown away,
Look once more child, look at me,
THIS is life's reality.

Alone you were, alone am I,
No wishing stars hang in the sky,
No Prince Charmings, no pots of gold,
No one but us as we grow old.

A single tear rolled down her cheek,
She did not move, nor did she speak,
So young she was, but oh, so wise,
She aged before my very eyes.

Then from each hand flowed crimson streams,
Cut from the shards of her broken dreams.
Come, come my child, come back inside,
 And in each other's arms, we died.

© 2008 Linda Newman (All rights reserved)