Dreams
B. J. Carper,
The song has played
The candles have melted
Empty wine glasses sit alone
Forbidden lovers
Lost in one another's embrace
Laugh, cry, talk of another place
A time to come, to be
As dreams slid through our sleep
We pass, we speak and did not meet
The journey lingers
Until there is not another step
Movements forward, backward, we wept.
© 24 September 1997