Dreamers

Dreamers


Mistakes made in the past
Maybe forgiven but not forgotten
Disillusion wraps its steely shawl around me

Looking into the mirror of confusions
Seeing the illusion of the woman I once was
The decrepit fingers of the dead whisk up and down my spine

Walking through the darkening night
Oak trees appear as angry old men
Spanish moss shrouds their limbs

A flame beckons me forward
Hypnotized I glide towards it
Standing on the edge I realize

Only dreamers
Search for the sun in the moon
And the day in the night