Love Dreams


As the Fall crisp breeze
flowing through the trees
taunts me with bitter fate
The threads of such things 
that once could have been
still remain without state

It so chills me when
of chance lost I think
and heave a mournful sigh
My life slips away
with my hopes each day
dreams never realized

What hope then is there
that one yet will come
and show me life anew
Worn and so broken
with wounds unspoken
searching ever for you

When mornings I wake
my fantasy breaks
fleeting you slip away
I cry in vain for
the haunting pain is
surreal too much to take


(c)2001 by Robert H. Harrison