Dreams Eternal

And so she bowed out
–and we did not even reach the summer.
Now dreams eternal lie like dust
On the wastes of my broken love.

The life that was to have been gives way
To the life that is.
And yet it is not empty
Even without her.

The savage turn of fate
Is not half so bitter as it seemed.
Once I wished for an ending
But the seconds still click by, unheeding.

Dreams eternal have died and rotted.
They are gone like the passing of night
And like the morning, they are reborn.