Poem - A Dream

[Forget-Me-Not]

A Dream

It was a dream, long held and cherished deep

And then it came, the day that she awoke

To find the dream was more than mists of sleep

When through his words, a dream, himself, he spoke

And then there kindled hope, where none had been

That more than hopeless longings could prevail

With heartfelt thoughts now spoken through the pen

So deep and long held, nothing could assail

Or so she thought...

But day by day the dream began to dim

As time and distance worked against her heart

And played a cruel and taunting game within

To shred the hope till it was torn apart

And once again, the dream was just a dream

Of hopeless longings time could not erase

And naught could conquer distance, it would seem

Nor dry the tears that streaked upon her face

Or so she thought...