Your World

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Dreams can't take me
back to your world,
the place where you have gone.

 

I would have followed gladly,
into the whirl of mind's madness,
or into the silent, waiting spaces
of an empty eternity.

 

Dreams can't save me
from days I spent aimlessly
carried on a tide of despair,
months driven before ill winds,
years of being castaway
on an island of doubt.

 

In all the long,
lonely hours of my life,
I never found my way
back to your world,
to a place I thought,
somehow, I belonged.

 

I never found my way
back to your world,
to a place where,
witness to a dream betrayed,
hope was endlessly exhumed
from the bier.