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.


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