The Last Dream of My Life

[couchgrouch]

The Last Dream of My LifeI had this dream in childhoodof a small red tricyclepedaling sidewalks in winterwatching crystal iciclesthen I'd wake up cryingcos that trike was in my mindwhen we had to leave my daddyMama left my friend behindand looking back it seems, I had that simple dreamtill I was old enough to drivesince then others came to me, and I wonder what will bethe last dream of my lifeI've learned dreams are just spiritstill plans give them flesh and bonethis cabin haunted the darknesstill my two hands built this homethough some make our sleep restlessmost are worth living fornothing's sadder than dreams come truecos we don't need them no moreand as time's moved on, dreams have come and gonesomehow just their colors survivesleep's cocoon is warm and safe, sometime I hope I won't wakefrom the last dream of my lifethe last dream of my lifethe last dream of my lifecos I think life's a circlewhat will be is what once wasand dreams return to their rootsjust as life is dust to dustsome nights I think it's sad, I don't remember dadwe left him when I barely fivebut his gift stuck with me, and I know that trike will bethe last dream of my lifethe last dream of my lifethe last dream of my life(c)2005 Robert George