FUNERAL OF A DREAM

Mourn I today
The death of a dream:
Being cremated
On Reality’s pyre,
Engulfed with fury
By cruel Fate’s fire;
Stinging my eyes,
Singeing my soul,
And as I stand looking
At the ashes grey,
I feel so light-
I am emptied of Life.

Broken Wings

Beckons my dreams
The endless blue,
But I cannot fly
With these broken wings;
And though the wind sings
Of the days I flew,
And through the clouds
The empyrean woos…
I cannot fly-
I can only rue,
The day I let
My wings be clipped.