Show me the world I’m missing
The one that’s full of light
And take from me the darkness
In the fancy of my flight
Tag: dream
Out of Reach
There’s a dream on the morrow
I’m afraid it’s quite the climb
Past the swamps of sorrow
Across the sands of time
There’s a dream on the morrow
But we’re still at today
No path for us to follow
But somehow, we’ll be okay.
Appreciation
You never know until tomorrow comes
The true worth of today
You never see until the morning sun
Shines on the ocean spray
Impassable
I had another dream of you
I was the villain once again
I was letting someone down
But you showed up, and then
Gave to them the happiness
That I couldn’t provide
I should’ve done the same for you…
But all I see is the divide.
My Dreams Belong to Mannequins
All I have is window shopping:
Refuge of the inane.
I can stare in hope and wonder;
All I’ll have to show for it is pane.
Without a Trace
The world’s a terrifying place
I don’t wish to be seen
It’s just a chance for more disgrace
To fall short of everything
I don’t want to show my face
Or wake up from my dream
I want to disappear without a trace
So I can’t be less than what I seem
What We Lose
You were in my dreams again
Inaccessible, as in life
Things are sharper now than they were then
And I’m the one who bore the knife
I saw you through the glass again
A distant shape, a distant voice
How are we supposed to win
When we lose so much by choice?
My Captain
I remember all the little notes
He left around the ship;
The gentle love of which they spoke,
His most generous gift.
I remember all the little notes;
He wrote them all in rhyme,
And though he wrote no signature,
I knew the author every time.
I remember all his little notes,
And I remember still his name,
But he, I think, will never know
Why I truly came.
I remember all his little notes,
The ones he tucked away;
For I was sent to break his trust —
Instead, I ran away.
Not To Keep

Six days out of seven
I wake not from my sleep
And of twelve months, I have eleven
Where time is easier not to keep.
What We See or Seem
We each are sleeping out our dream
Waiting for a waking scene
Hoping for a time to come
When we’re more than what we see or seem.