The Lost Dream ~~~ (2018)
The Lost Dream
The rising sound in falling rain
brings to my mind the mem'ries again
Of woods and plains, starlight on streams.
Those perfect places found only in dreams.
A sleepy gurgling of water o'er stone,
The lamenting sigh of a willow alone
The rustling whispers of a wind in the plain,
The living light in moon-kissed rain.
A mournful howl beneath the moon,
Such a wondrous dream fading too soon.
Alas! These eyes shall never see
Such beautiful peace in reality.
A shadow dark against the sky
Obscuring stars doth swiftly fly.
But Lo! Not away it draweth near,
Yet this peace is complete and brooks no fear.
A thunder as in the storm and a rush as of the wind
Flies swift o'er the stars as they're briefly dimmed.
Then at last he is here: a stallion great,
Eyes glittering fierce as he doth wait,
For me to join him in a flight o'er the plain.
We set out to the moon through the gentle rain.
Away from the willow, away from the stream,
And flying on, away from the dream,
With a sigh I awake and am alone,
The friend of my dream forever gone.
E'er since that time rain hath brought
A lonely sigh for the dream long sought,
Going once ne'er to be again,
And only remember through the weeping rain.
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