The Dream Of Might Have Been

Did they say a heart could break for “should have been”?

I don’t recall that they warned that dreams could impale and kill.

The slow massacre of hope nurtured in the invisible unseen

How merciless is the force with which Karma can apply it’s will.

Relics of my smiles lie strewn on the stony ground

Happiness and innocence qualities that Truth saw fit to impound

Dream the dream of might have been

Sing the song of hope long gone;

What is it about reality that cuts so close to the heart?

And if you’ve never really met, can you ever really part?

The stories that we tell ourselves fiction of the first degree

Weave the cobwebs of daydream and imagination entwined

In our minds we capture the hearts of those we do not see

Suddenly Reality’s sharp claws reach out to render us blind

Easy conversation and joyfully imagined camaraderie

Crack and shatter leaving dark emptiness behind

Dream the dream of might have been

Sing the song of hope long gone;

Waves of common sense batter the dreamer’s door

The ghosts of might have been lie broken on the floor.

Set the scene for happiness of every imagined kind

With drops of blood sacrificed from every pore

Bid farewell to the joyful shadows in the mind

Beyond the knife-edged hope you can return no more

Caught in the amber of most treasured memory

Each remembered word slowly loses veracity

Dream the dream of might have been

Sing the song of hope long gone;

The knight of Reality cuts a swathe through dreams

Sacrificing my fairy tales; fractured spoils of war.

This is what there is and there was never more

So easy to say and to believe that you are sure

Come the day that reality claims its prize

Now I see the world with someone else’s eyes

So once again life has proved me wrong

What’s for me a dirge is now some else’s song

Dream the dream of might have been

Sing the song of hope long gone;

Reality once full of life is now so empty-seeming

The kaleidoscope broken, no more indigo-dreaming