I Dream

Are our dreams solely purposed

To sate hunger's bottomless ambitions?
Do we not fantasize 

In midnight shadows

To be as we once were?
Oh, to but live forever
Amid mountain tops 

And oh, to but steal away
From time's pitiless grasp
Just this moment, you and I
Deep into the lidless pitch of night,
There my heart helplessly dwells.
There my traversing dreams are eternally bound.

Summer

My eyes to naught but hurriedly savor
The fruit of spring's rebellion
Ere the misguided prodigal turns to home.

Death

The present turns to memories
As our visions turn to dreams--
The daylight dims to darkness
Breath, now a silenced heart thrum.