Dead Dreams

I lay the bodies of my Dreams
In the echoes of my grave
I grace their living memories
On the walls inside the hollow of my cave

I close their opaque eyes and
Kiss their cold and sullen lips
And listen one more time
For a heartbeat that I might have missed

Dreams that died in the heat of war
And fell as the gallant warriors often do
I grieve as I cover them
My heavy heart a sadden shade of blue

Dreams go no where
Neither Heaven or to Hell
They simply die and disappear
Leaving not a trace to tell