Lost Dreams

Why so do mem’ries linger on

In broken mind of shaded gloom

Long past the point of glimm’ring dawn,

As heartache ‘round them looms?

Fair thoughts of distant times now gone

Like summer’s breeze ‘neath golden haze,

Or sparrow’s song at break of dawn,

Yet linger in my gaze.

Alas, such thoughts a dagger raise

‘Gainst hopes and dreams of future bright

And lay young dreams in mouldy grave

‘Ere fancy takes its flight.

For memories are but gone and past,

A shade of that which might have been,

And now, are naught, and cannot last;

They, too, must meet an end.