Dreams of the Dead
I can’t tell you how I feel- alone for all time.
My body weak, my heart broken, the emptiness of my mind.
Commune of souls, a long-lost dream,
Now just a mystery,
Buried deep among the dead
Discovered in ancient history.
All is lost, my love is gone
And angels are no more.
Found only in the back pages of story books in folk lore.
Life and time a memory,
Dancing in my head.
Like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers,
In the dreams of the dead.