She Awoke.

After so long asleep she had a dream,
she awoke and found love.

Her heart fired,
leapt high and learned to smile again.
And for a while
deep in her core, love proved
to be clear
as the midday sun on a windowpane.

She shone,
and delight inspired her every breath.
Days felt alive,
hours danced by, after outdoing
any attempt
to hide the secret event of love's
lightning strike.

Yet time cut the vision in slow icy
slices until hope,
resenting
the change, curled up and died.

She had a dream along with vitality.
Why did she not see
it could never ever have been ?

carol
dreams sometimes are better not great write

Ernestine Northover
Sometimes dreams are so real that you do wish they would continue forever. A sweet poem.

Karin Anderson
I guess it is easier for others to see, than for us to see and I know Social Workers need to get counseling for their own problems. As usual wonderful writing and this time it touched me with the grief she must feel and the hope she has lost...

Sandra Martyres
"Yet time cut the vision in slow icy slices until hope, resenting the change, curled up and died." That is so sad Fay...if only her beautiful dream did not remain a dream...lovely write