Dreams and Despair

As beautiful as the sky is blue,
She lay there, 
Her golden locks askew.
Resting her eyes with a peaceful air,
She dreamt, Oh! There was not a care! 
Upon her face opens a heavenly glow
And Behold! An angel’s face below,
Smiles with the sun’s ray light,
Seeing with a heart’s delight.

With skin so fair,
Like a blossom in winter,
And eyes made out of stone.
She lay upon the green meadow.
As she lay upon the green meadow,
Listening to her heart’s cheerful moan,
She felt happiness in her center,
A deepening sleepiness in the air.

Like cherry blossoms, are her lips,
The sweetest you’ve ever seen.
They have such an elegant Red and Rosy Sheen!
A mister here and there will stop,
Wishing to his they would plop,
“But mind that not,
For I am dreaming,” Is what she often thought.

Her cheeks aglow like the evening sun,
She stared in the water,
Wondering,
Wondering,
Wondering…
“What in life, have I won?”
Her hair now auburn blew in the wind,
A tangled mess,
It tried to defend!
But it was no use,
The task was finished,
This beauty in her would not be replenished.

Time passed on, and on and on;
Ticking like a too slow clock.
Soon her lips and eyes and hair,
Turned grey just like a rock.
No more beauty,
No more dreams.
Just some roughly patched up seams.
Until the day when it would come,
When she would go to and from.

Upon her finger rests a ring,
Pure and ruby gold.
Upon her chest rests her hand,
With fingers soft and old.
Sadness happens in her eyes,
A pitiful thing she looks.
For sure it is no surprise
That a rope and noose she hooks!

Long and lonely were her days,
Soft and Dreamy, too.
Many a time will she be sung,
Such beauty, known in few!
But that beauty gone to waste, 
Might never have existed,
For why waste a beauty,
On a dreamer,
Who dreams, and only dreams, of the dreams to come.


-Madelaine Irene