Shadow of a Dream
By Vané Alasse
I live the shadow of a
dream,
A tinkling brook, a
flowing stream,
I've known no life but
this mirage:
Beguiling fantasy's
facade.
From where I stand all
seems the same
The flowers wake, then
dying fade,
Each day a mist of
faded fire;
What will my languished
soul inspire?
If here on earth I'm
bound to roam,
If this must be my
land, my home
Beneath the jeweled
canopy
Of heaven's great
cacophony,
Then is it wrong for me
to wish
To leave it all behind
and kiss
The faded brow now
frozen stone
And face my destiny
alone?
Might there be
something far beyond
The listless twilight's
swirling song?
Can there be joy across
the waves;
Is that the life my
spirit craves?
I lived the light and
now I pay
With tightened silence,
ocean spray,
The aching of my mind
that pulls
Toward the screaming of
the gulls.
They cry to me, I know
they must;
They see me suffer and
distrust
Their better knowledge
of my plight,
They bid me follow and
take flight.
I must now leave behind
the dark,
The stinging black, the
bitter spark
Of life without my
dearest love
And seek the shelter
far above.
I close my eyes, my
time has come,
And as I fade, so fades
the sun.
I lived the winter of a
dream
And now I wait the
dawning spring.