Post by bodarville on Jun 4, 2013 13:48:15 GMT -5
Dream Memories
All I am left with today are the memories of my dreams of a life never lived.
The love we shared in the time we were never together was more real than anything I’ve touched before.
How can I still dream of making memories with you someday when I know that it never will be?
Can I content myself knowing that the child we dreamed together will always be alive in my dreamed memories?
The imagined tiny newborn soul being placed in these very real and shaking empty hands calms me and yet destroys me at the same time.
Perfect and beautiful is this child born of a perfect and beautiful love and it will never fade no matter the tears that try to wash its image from my eyes.
My chest now aches with love but is yet empty like the childless hands I now gaze down upon as they return to their quivering state.
Memories of dreams and the dreams of making memories are all that remain in this shell of a once proud and mighty heart.
All I am left with today are the memories of my dreams of a life never lived.
The love we shared in the time we were never together was more real than anything I’ve touched before.
How can I still dream of making memories with you someday when I know that it never will be?
Can I content myself knowing that the child we dreamed together will always be alive in my dreamed memories?
The imagined tiny newborn soul being placed in these very real and shaking empty hands calms me and yet destroys me at the same time.
Perfect and beautiful is this child born of a perfect and beautiful love and it will never fade no matter the tears that try to wash its image from my eyes.
My chest now aches with love but is yet empty like the childless hands I now gaze down upon as they return to their quivering state.
Memories of dreams and the dreams of making memories are all that remain in this shell of a once proud and mighty heart.