Forgotten Dreams

Forgotten Dreams                                      November 22, 2006

All the little piles of screams

Dress up like forgotten dreams.

They just pop up whenever I awaken

From my deepest slumbers.

Loves hound me like a hurricane.

Fighting drives me to the brink

Of a deep end, murky with the limbs

Of forgotten dreams.

Oh!  And when the wind does blow,

The sky darkens, the bird's song dies,

I record my thoughts with the hourglass.

The sands funnel through like drops of rain,

Infinite, unyielding, swarming to the bottom of the cauldron.

They become a mountain, grains so high,

The forgotten dreams to remain there

'Til the day I am to die.