Dreams

Mistaken by you castle in the air

you drum the dreams you've seen before

Itched the desire, the hunger of you

intoxicated by failure; that lead balloon

and dreamer to grim he befell

swaying and swinging into a legend he fell

canary he whinned but never flew

life of the party he only grew

apprentic he was coached and conned

antiquated by years, that breaking dawn

Juliet she was inspite of beauty

He, the Romeo aside from certainty

asleep they lay infected with fever

companions they were only to peter.

Reviews

[Constance L. Hartwell]

initially I didn't know what what going on with this poem. however after reading it twice I understood the message. nice flow. good wording. kudos.