"Singing Dreams"

Thanks to Beth, I can now give Raj, and his poem, their proper tribute. Part of me feels shy in posting this, only because some could find the imagery or rhyming cheesey, but it's something that a good friend sat down and put his time and his heart into on my behalf, so it will always be very special to me. Also, in a lot of his imagery, he really manages to describe just how battered my heart felt and deflated my dreams seemed to be, thus providing understanding and empathy that was deeply touching and helpful to me. Hope you'll enjoy...

"Singing Dreams"

The moon full of mirth is finally on the rise

A toothy grin spreads on a face broad in size

She rains down a river of silver all about you

Washing you in a shimmering dreamy hue

The frigid winter sun has long ago gone down

Taking in his wake all the day’s busy sound

Leaving us alone beneath a blanket of starry mirth

This is a night set for dreaming and rebirth

Yet you sit lack luster on scabby knees

Did you forget the weightlessness of a summer breeze?

On such a notorious night why do your eyes tear,

Did the day steal away all your dreams dear?

Leaving only a blank sterility to unfurl?

They weren’t silly dreams girl

Yet you believe them gone and long dead

Lost your grip trying to hold on and they fled

You witnessed them wilt and die hard

And their passing has left you marred

Now you can only stumble along on this sacred night

Instead of getting up and taking flight

In place of butterfly wings you only have scars

And you can’t play with the angel-faced stars

Girl, I told you those dreams weren’t silly!

More like marigolds than some wilting lily

Like you they’ve survived the long rough road

And like you they’ve somehow outlasted the cold

Same as you their flawless hide has long gone

But you see our collection of scars each sing a song

And your marred form has birthed even better wings

Which won’t wither nor wilt under winter’s cling

Your dreams have grown older and wiser same as you

But you both look fresh under this moonlit view

You both have stories to tell estranged for so long

It was a tough time where friends seemed gone

You’ve got your friends now so go and rest

The heart with many marks dreams best