What dreams may come...

WHAT DREAMS MAY COME…….

When forced to fight…
Against winds of difficult times
And fly across stones of torment..
While traversing seas of sorrow..
When verbal assaults, pierce across my tender heart
like knives thrown ,at random at a puppet show
When flowers of emotions
are set afire and evacuated to
Remains of ashes grey…
when having spoken so much…
my lips know only the tunes of silence
when having walked besides several..
I have none for company..
And my lonesome soul cries out
When wasted words, fragile memories,
a vacant soul …remains misplaced
let then, my lord…..
my prayers, take  aflight through meadows green and fragrant vales 
where I  might sit and stare
at cool waters of thy flowing river..
and bask my soul in your golden sunshine forever…