My dreams vanish like a ripple
Of water when it gets to the coast,
like the gentle touch of a drizzle
Disappears with the kiss of a rose.
I got drunk with the promises we made,
in despair\'s shade my hopes dug their grave,
my glee is slow burning in Hades’ fire,
A still reverie of impossible desires.
The bells of love don\'t toll in the steeple,
They swing by mute and lifeless. The stocks of loneliness
With dim leaves made their nests.
Gloomy sorrow for a heart, young and smitten.
My dreams keep playing tricks with my hopes.
I keep trying to mend the scraps of a life full of holes.