To live in dreams: or to lose the dreams
Which fall to dark reality? In any case,
The time is now when speckled seas are green—
My dreams have drowned; they died in regret’s blaze.
So this is it, that dreams worn to hide screams
Will disappear. And waking, we must face
The cruel Day without our fears. Yet streams
Of tears will spring from melancholy’s base.
This it has ended. Dreams will feed me still.
So my illusions nourish my own life.
But dreams will fade: reality of strife
Sinks deep into the skeletons—and will
It not be said that Dream is the deathwish?
I strain my neck against Life’s tight’ning leash.