dream, fantasy, grief

Dreams Once Bright | Poetry

Leah Chrestien 
How sublime were my dreams of old
      where I saw the world how it should be;
the swelling waves would sweep me over
      and carry me into the sparkling sea.
So many miles, I would be from home
      no more sorrows, I would see;
sailing beneath the boundless skies
     would be my beloved and me.

How evocative was each dream of old
     where memory and vision would raise
painted tribute to each fantastical lore
     as I had imagined in the olden days.    
Lost in dreams, I would wander on
     for hours in each foreign field.
War was over and love had won,
     not a soul would hold a shield.

What happened to those dreams of old
    when idyllic clouds graced the skies?
Now sleeping, all that I see and hear
    are howls and wails and children cries.
There is no color on trees and blooms
    dust motes and ashes fill the air;
though sleep will close my tired eye,
   to dream again, I wouldn't dare.
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This poem was first published in Spillwords and can be found here https://spillwords.com/dreams-once-bright/

© Copyright: Leah Chrestien. Novemebr 2024.  The post ‘Dreams Once Bright’ first appeared on The Ecstatic Storyteller. The author reserves the right to the content. No reproduction of content in any form is permitted without the prior consent of the author.

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Published by Leah Chrestien

I'm a data scientist currently working for IDC and living in Prague. In my free time, I enjoy travelling, photography, hiking, theatre and literature.

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