Forever our tender hearts passion dare
A cross to attest to our sacrifice
I had a dream and woke to a nightmare
Betrayed by trusted confidant - thrice
Friends' cold shoulders like a thorny barb
A cross to attest to our sacrifice
Sackcloth and ashes, our suitable garb
Too proud to explain the situation
Friends' cold shoulders like a thorny barb
To Bacchus the symbolic libation
Drowning out perceived reality
Too proud to explain the situation
Awakening latent creativity
Like doves circling in a darkening sky
Drowning out perceived reality
Many bloodless wounds our souls decry
Forever our tender hearts passion dare
Like doves circling in a darkening sky
I had a dream and woke to a nightmare
Suzette Richards
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-had-a-dream-32/
