My Haunted Dreams

 

Too long I've traveled on this road
to see its end around the bend,
and the sun sets as old regrets
resurface in my haunted dreams.

The road narrows, and light fades
into darkness, another dying day.

Sometimes it seems I'm dreaming still,
an act of will that makes me breathe
and come to grieve this loss I feel.

I walk this road alone at night,
with starshine bright and moon aglow,
but where to go and what to do
about this dream of me and you?

I just don't know.