Dreams

Memories of a story once read from a book
With yellowed pages that were torn and frayed
Good night prayers that were recited
With bowed heads, each night they were prayed
Dreams of a princess that lives happily ever after
In her crystal castle; was how the story's portrayed

Waiting a world that you can't live in; as its characters
come to visit and dance gracefully before your eyes
Believing in a life that you were told would surely come to be
And have watched, as it has slowly passed you by
 
Broken wings that have dreamed of feeling the wind
But have never known what it is to fly
Waiting for your Knight in shining armor,
Riding his white horse to arrive

As another day comes to an end, the sound of thunder echos
As it travels through the darkness of an angry sky
Sounding a warning;  of a storm that is on the rise
Lightening strikes in the distance; offering a momentary
Gift of sight to the storms 'Ever-Seeing' eye
Creating a safe place for the fallen angels to come to
So they can have a place to cry

And in the distance is an image of a child, smiling...
And waiving Good*bye.

Loreen Parke
July 11th, 2020