Waning Dreams

Whispers 

of 

         Waning Dreams        

Ruminating that dawn

impossible for a soul

litter of hopes

weak with every fold.

 

Breath is frying

in fruitless promises

darling, my heart

cry not, believe the hold.

 

Distance is disguised

covering the tears

singing for the melody

soul yearns to hear.

 

Blues are blooming

waiting for the ray

rouse each break of dawn

to meet that day.