Kevin Michael Bloor

A Day in the Life

At dawn, a dreamer dreams so clearly,

so calmly and so cavalierly;

beholds a blazing star

bring glory from afar.

 

At noon, as day drags on all dreary;

his heart now aches and eyes grow weary;

he walks the lonely sand

where he first held her hand.

 

At twilight, treading oh so sadly,

he wanders where he missed her madly;

by solitary well

lays down like empty shell.

 

At dusk, his dream is damned by duty;

his star, once radiating beauty,

is fading in the east,

day dies and dreaming’s ceased.

 

At night, he dreams her back to living;

her faithlessness needs no forgiving;

her mentors share the shame;

she’s not the one to blame.