upon this plain of tears…

the night
knows your name
for you have returned
to this dark corner
where dreams die
over and over again
each time
reaching out
to touch the velvet wings
of hope
that flutter
beyond your reach
still you come
dressed for a celebration
while others wear
mourning clothes
but you
believe
in hope
and without
such
dreams
where would
the dreams
come from
that
salt
the seven
seas

13 thoughts on “upon this plain of tears…

  1. Our dreams and hopes keep us going…
    No matter what happens, there is (usually) a glimmer in our hearts that tells us that not all’s lost.. .
    “and without
    such
    dreams
    where would
    the dreams
    come from
    that
    salt
    the seven
    seas” — these lines say it all!!

    Kudos on yet another inspiring piece…

  2. “salt” was a good surprise–I like the way it works in your poem–salting the seas with dreams–and saltwater seas–and salt as in “seeding”–Yeah. Like the way this word works the poem.

  3. You hit this one OUT OF THE PARK!!

    This is “my” kind of poem –

    And those last lines – listening/ reading – okay, I literally pumped my fist in the air, like hearing a guitarist pull off the perfect lick to end a solo.

    Kudos.

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