The memoirs of a broken dream, shattered and battered,
No one heard it break; No one heard
it clutter…..
It tore to patches; worn and mourned,
It languished, scorned; but, lay trapped in vain…..
For a heart which painted in ave, a life of gail,
It dreamt of touching the clouds
of gleam…..
The memoirs of a broken dream come
to haunt me,
As stars adorn the nights and moon
rules the sky…..
When dawn breaks, drifting the
clouds apart, and
When rain falls drawing the clouds
nearer……..
