What Dreams Can and Can't Deliver

I slip Slowly, I slip Fall down The Wall that has been built And all around me Lies the Rift Can I? To dare to leap Jump off the cliff To take the plunge into unknown Of life, and love, of things not shown Can I? It rips me  Tears apart My mind, my soul My aching heart My anguish Doesn’t matter As emotions grow And clatter Find a smattering Of happiness Amongst the crags Of misery My walk of solitude and brooding All I wanted Was to hold you Wrap my arms around, enfold you Let you know How beautiful you are To me, my wishing star My smiling moon on lonely nights My rays of sunshine, brief but bright All I wanted Was to love you Not push, or pull, or try to shove you But come to me Of your own accord Someday, to find my love’s reward But maybe it is All a dream And every tear and silent scream Has been for naught And you don’t feel it And what sense is there To reveal it? All that’s left Is to consider What dreams can and can’t deliver. Mark Burton Monday, March 20, 2006, 8:00 P.M.