From My Pen
Dream It Be True
Posted: 2005-01-19
At night my head lay down
Wishing, hoping, dreaming,
To find the queen to wear my crown.
That wish altogether seeming,
to be nothing more than dreaming.
Eyelids closed, as movie screens,
for the projector in my head.
Pictures and thoughts come to life,
visions of my perfect wife.
The face of perfection unclear,
like a scene yet unwritten.
Searching unknowns for happiness
I believe is waiting,
Finding only the face of sadness.
Capable of no more searching.
Denying perfections existence.
I awake in the night,
Crying until it is light.
Pillow wet with tears,
I’m living, breathing, I’m dieing,
Never to find my queen.
Not once amongst all the faces,
the faces I have seen.
© 2001-01-05 Mychal Cocolla
