Buried Dreams

 Buried Dreams

It calls out every silent night 

With a tearing shrill that some might

Slaughter a goat and sprinkle blood;

Do the dance upon the grave 

Those tears are now a flood

For none is as that brave!

Buried Dreams are never buried!

The casket may be carried 

Lowered,and hymns hurried 

But thy shall remain stareth 

And alive with a petition 

Surpassing human illusion 

When it's six feet deep;

They say rest in peace 

But in vain for a broken piece 

Of dream you couldn't keep

Cloaked in dark silence 

Of unseen absence 

Buried Dreams stay in presence!

_TimmyPoet _