Those things I bid for in my youth, have faded in the mist
Of clouded thought and cursed desire, where dreams cannot exist
Desolated time, sorrow speaks to me, concise
My heart shows no remorse for me, and has offered no advice
Depressed though as I am, I must greet another day
The wind was seen to blow the fragile Autumn leaves away
I watch each one descend, only to mix with the debris
Of memories, and what was lost, no dreams are left...
for me

Nothing there within my heart to soften nights insane
To so relieve my helpless mind and quell these thoughts, mundane
But once the endless night begins, it’s then that I forego
And sink into this hopeless view, the lowest of the low
I awake to yet another clear and blue, but darkened dawn
Unable to recall those things my dreams relied upon
Afraid to close my eyes and see the darkness that awaits
My dreams were much too small you see,
arriving much too late

I’ve gotten fairly good, at somehow getting through the days
No aspiration there beheld, to change things anyway
Another night envelopes me, and so as such I lie
An emptiness beside me, no more dreams of you and I
It came as no surprise I guess, this lack of emulation
Too long alone... but I suppose if dreams were my salvation
I’d find a way to thus allow these things into my mind
Perhaps, and give myself a dream... to gently there unwind

I think that now I’ve seen the things, that loneliness provides
It’s shown to me there... in my heart, my imperfection lies
And with heartless execution throws my soul out, to the cold
Now hopeless has it’s way.. with all that hope had once controlled
The daily tears will once again continue, with the night
Although I’ve lost the reasons for them, sad but this is right
Another sunset rises, to enforce it’s sad decree
No stars again...nothing within…
No dreams are left for me.

Dean Evans
11-18-14