Dead dreams Live Dreams

Today my dream seems set to rust

Think it’s past it, reduced to dust

Gossamer threads colour my day

Looking at a horizon layered in grey

Sure the dark is pulling me in.

Hold my dreams, in my hand 

Sifting their hues, there’s  a bright strand

Hold that strand towards the light

Twinkling green, then pink, burning bright

Sure the dark is starting to spin.

Twist it round the layers of grey

Life moves on, learn from yesterday

Pick out the issues learn from mistakes

Grasp the new thread with renewed faith

Sure the dark is starting to dim.

Know that some dreams wither away

Hold that fledgling dream and weigh

Twist those colours new bright strand

Hope rebuilt in my hands

Sure the darkness didn’t win.