a half wept tear a silent wail sorrow in voice and tremor in stride when all turns to dust and all is washed away the cause is lost and so are feelings trivial seems love and loath rules when darkness is effervescent and soul drowns deep let me sing then requiem for a dream
there was peace there was hope there was love and there was accord the days were beautiful the nights were starry the wind that blew was cool and soothing I could see the moon over the hillock i could see the sun rise from the east there was gloom but it was like clouds and you were the wind beneath my wings i could soar high or so I dreamed but all that seems distant and I am frail am beaten and bruised I cannot see the horizon and fate makes me disconsolate
I still trudge along still seek solace but there is no hope now just a morbid essence of what could have been the dream was just a dream maybe and as i breath my last I want to see for once all I desired come true but that is not to be but that is not to be but that is not to be
Sometime small, sometime big But dream is dream Sometime it makes us happy, sometime it scares us But dream is dream Look it, feel it, and fulfill it Live for your dream and let dream live for you Long life
I kissed the pillows of her cheeks. Covering myself in the blanket of her caress. While here nothing is heavy. Maintaining the balance of smiles in the bed of her arms She doesn’t mind my snore, relaxed in complete comfort.
Last night I dreamed but not of Manderlay. It was instead of the Oak Ridge Cemetery, in Springfield where death evokes life. The moon bathed everything with its silvery beams making it easy to find my way through row upon