A Dream

How childhood hour
Hath been a lasting dream!
And my soul still not waking 
To the awaiting dawning beam!

An eternity spent 
In shame and sorrow. 
So that I could not gaze
Or dwell upon the morrow.

Dreams have been 
Nothing more to me,
Than a brazen lie,
And more so a harsh reality.

For in that reality,
There were no hope to be found. 
And with that commentary, 
I share no common ground. 

Though I have been happy 
In a time before. 
But this emotion 
Was only found in dreams.

But in waking life, 
I have felt no sadness more.
Nor have seen such light,
That o'er me will beam.