Broken Dreams

Every time you stir up the embers

I’m left with the burnt-out ash it engenders

And every time you blow up a windstorm

I feel like a wave-tossed ship with sails torn

 

How I long for the season of calm

When moods do not swing like the ocean tide

And how I long for the plateau of trust

Where words are the vistas in which we confide

 

But every time you jump to conclusions

I start to believe once more in illusions

And every time you fly off the handle

The flame of my hope snuffs out like a candle

 

How I long for the showers of rain

That water the roots of our budding affair

And how I long for the sunshine of love

That dispels these dark clouds of gloomy despair

 

Yet every time you doubt my intention

The seed of my faith re-enters suspension

And every time you leave without farewells

You set my head ringing with more alarm bells

 

How I long for the cover of night

When darkness revives the heart and feeds the soul

And how I long for the dawning of day

When morning comes and broken dreams emerge whole

 

 

Copyright 2007

 

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