DREAMERS TRAGEDY

Time is always running out,
Even for the lips full of speech..
The calm , silent look of affection
Is vivid but unreal..
There is a gross difference
Between the eyes of desire,
And the separation we inevitably acquire.
The silence in this room alone,
Drives one to seek freedom in dreams

Where a person walks in,
Solicitous,calm,and gentle..
It is then that lights flicker out..
This house falls into a hush
The trumpet of dreams,
Wrapped in silence
In an embrace that is comforting
Urgent and brave

In the midst of dreams,walking or sleeping,
We find love that is irrevocably held back.
Avenues that stretched into a darkened city
Then slow heaviness of night descends,
And there is only but one movement,
Subtle sigh that are subdued and mysterious,
That merged with the elements
A name is several times whispered,
But inevitably,there is no answer..

Where a person walks in,
Solicitous,calm,and gentle..
It is then that life fades out..
This castle once mighty be crushed
The horns of destiny,
Echoed in silence
In an embrace that is dying
Hopeless and forgotten

Minutes and seconds run out;
Everywhere upon the moonlit streets
Night falls,the mist speaks no more..
A certain calm wraps my body.
But this,briefly,only,until the clock,
An enemy,ticks loudly,bringing with it,
The gentle coming of dawn,breaking through my vision
The sign of incompleteness in reality,
Lights at night turned off like destiny.

When a person walks in,
Solicitous,calm,and gentle..
It is then that hope dims out..
This dreams washed in the morning shore
As Trumpets of calmness blare forth through my body
There is freedom in dreams,
That is more vivid,
Than the rejections of reality

by Geepee Guballa