The Sound of Dreams

I have drown in the sound of my own dreams;
the sound of breaking glass;
of tears dripping on shards
shattered on the ground.
I have choked on my most sincere words;
words which form the poems I write
which infiltrate these dreams
night after night.
My soul is infatuated by the silent melody
that sings in the dark awaiting the light
and I listen intently to the harmony
spellbound and submerged.
I kneel in the notes and beg that
the music never stops
that I always remain
hidden in your smile.
Is this life?
or only a dream?
Oh please dear heart,
let it be a real…
I plead…please.
I cannot live till the
moment of your fading…
your leaving…
of another broken dream.