DREAMS THAT CANNOT DIE

Dreams That Cannot Die

Living life, that unswerving road, that follows no road map

We travel ever onward on past triumph and mishap

We stop at roadside flower stands and smell the rose's bloom

And buy ourselves some fragrance that begins to fade so soon.

We light a light there in the night 'twixt midnight and the dawn

We love the dark but more the spark that makes the darkness gone

We count off days in lovely ways but more oft than not, in gloom

And look for love to come our way but hardly make it room.

Our lives are busy, busy things, we breathe too fast to know

That death is always on our heels and needing fear to grow

We miss the sunsets in the west, sunrises in the east

And nibble tidbits here and there and miss out on the feast.

We do not learn, we only burn our energy in toil

And only grasp what has slipped past as we leave this mortal coil

We wonder why we cannot hear the song of birds so sweet

But the sound of birds and the poet's words are drowned out by our feet.

The music, the melody, the rhythm of dance, the symphony's refrain

The flute, the lute, the violin, the sound of pouring rain

The laughing child running free and wild, the heartbreak of a kiss

When we are old it's then we know that life is made of this.

Then aged heads will bow in sorrow, with weathered faces, sigh

And replay life that slipped away and dreams that cannot die

For life is not to be hurried through but savored as we live

And not a thing to be taken lightly but something that we give.

©by Voo

Jan 31, 2005 
2 a.m.
For Layne Longfellow