POEM : "Alone"

Like a little child who refuses to let go,
I nurture my Dreams and watch them grow.

Sometimes I close my eyes and pretend
That what we share will never end.
I hold on to every moment, every memory;
Of every word written: me to you and you to me.

Often it seems like too much to hope,
And in the end I feel like dangling from a rope.
But why does my Dream pain me thus?
Is that a message being sent to us?

A clap of thunder, I am awakened by the rain.
How can something so precious cause so much pain?
In my Dreams, on my side is Time
But in reality, all I have is this lonely rhyme.

© 1997 Radica