Dread of the Dream
I dread the sight of noble aspirations galloping away
I shiver at the mere thought of a life empty of hope
I fear the coming of the winter, the dying of the day.
But the thing that scares me more than tied rope:
would be to reach the finish line too drained to keep the fire lit.
would be to win the war in vain only to die weary, spent and beat.
If one day you should ask me "What is the one thing in this world that frightens you the most?"
I'll have to say "Seeing the dream drawing breath before me, so much more than the chances lost! "
Avert my eyes I will from yours; lest I turn into stone and shall forever live loveless, cowardly, alone.
The pearly perils of revery...Heartache! Humility! Happiness! All hues of the same heavenly hazel!