Empty Dreams

Looking back on life..

Empty dreams upon my bed

Vacant dreams in my head

Useless dreams have come and gone

Where are the dreams of summers long

 

Winter dreams laden with snow

Has the dream really gone frozen_cold

What dreams were dreamed in vain_dread

Which ones gave glory where glory died and bled

 

Dreaming of bountiful harvest

Where are the fields of corn and cotton

Maybe some died for lack of showers

Did I only dream away the hours

 

Just one soul that has the zeal

Then a magnificent harvest yield

Let me dream just one more dream

A dream of the field ripe for harvesting

 

 

Author's Note

Came to me in just a few minutes after I had had the idea going over and over in my head for a month or more...

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

These dreams swift us over the seasons.. and your words create each one with wondrous beauty. There is a sense that dreams can keep us from living, and that some dreams give us the hope to go on. Your last lines bring about such a longing...