Dream

Dream
By Art Hyde

Blood, blue eyes, blonde hair, bruises,
party dresses, and a broken promise.

Sharp words, an apology,
and back to life as before.

A smile, foggy songs,
and the promise of forgiveness and changed ways.

Rumors from friends, dark days, lies,
hard work will be my moniker.

The voice of her old lover whispers her name to my troubled mind, as the wind blows against my window for a thousand sleepless nights.

For whom is the trespass ascribed;
I have waited patiently to know?

Blonde hair, soft lips, smooth skin,
unlike my gray mane and wrinkled flesh.

I need to know where you are,
somewhere close or far away.

Your fragrance fills my head with melancholy memories,
too much a part of today to be owned by yesterday.

Tell me, whom do these days belong,
and are they ours or you and another?

Again, the night approaches and my mind declares, “Sleep old man, sleep, sleep until tomorrow.”

Tomorrow’s dream may reveal love absolved,
or a revelation of her demise. Dream, hope and believe.
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