Dreams drip from the weary eye
Asking a million questions why
Promises burned into ashes
On a snowy wintry night?
Dreams shrivel from the flower
Asking a million questions an hour
Why did the sun forget to shine
On a dark and dreary summer day?
Dreams hibernate underground
Still asking questions until I found
A reason for the seasons to change
On a wet, dusky fall day.
Dreams blossom from the cocoon
My questions will be answered soon.
Why do I feel like a butterfly so free
On a warm, dawn, hopeful day?
Chad A. Damitz