where do dreams go

when night abides on the corners of the wind;
when whispers stride the heights of the stars;
when even silence abandons the broken heart,
I wonder

where do dreams go

to die?

when pain resounds as with gnashing teeth and fire;
when hollow echoes reply with mockery;
when all the world turns away in disdain,
I wonder

where do dreams go

to die?

when morning dawns after endless hours of pain;
when sunlight enters and greets the new day;
when birdsong filters into the hurting heart,
I wonder

where do dreams go

when they want to live?

9 September 2008 by Glen Alan Woods