Delicate in its beauty,
But powerful in its grace,
The dream that I once held,
Now lies in an unreachable place.
No words can close the heart-wounds,
No medicines can fully heal,
The brokenness, I now have,
And the love that I still feel.
Crying endless tears,
Remembering before,
I sit here in this dark prison,
Staring at the floor.
Spying every glint,
Off of the once, together dream,
I crumple up, in a helpless state,
Acknowledging nothing is as it seems.
Picking up the pieces,
Of a once, perfect dream,
Crying tears of sadness,
As the sharp images gleam.
Through fogged vision, I try to place,
The pieces back together,
But every time, I try to fix it,
I know I will never have her.
There once was a time,
Where we lived in a dream,
A life, sublime,
Along the silver seam.
But time ran out, and the seam frayed,
The perfect dream I held onto,
Suddenly became nothing more,
Than a foolish aspiration.
Picking up the pieces,
Of a once, perfect dream,
Crying tears of sadness,
As the sharp images gleam.
Through fogged vision, I try to place,
The pieces back together,
But every time, I try to fix it,
I know I will never have her.
So still the pieces lay there,
In dramatic presentation,
Reflecting parts of a non-existent love,
And a hopeless adoration.
But even in their brokenness,
And even in their disunity,
The beauty each piece has,
Is still valuable to me.
I'll never let it go,
This shattered anticipation,
I will always love you,
Until the end of all Creation.
