The
petals
.
o
f
.
a
.
dying
dream,
.
c
a
n
.
bloom
when
.
b
a
r
e
.
hope
.
i
s
.
found . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
The
breeze
above
.
a
.
silent
sea,
.
c
a
n
.
scatter
them
–
–
without
a
sound . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
(I know when the dream is gone)
The
tunnels
.
o
f
.
fantasy,
.
c
a
n
.
bring
you
.
t
o
.
where
.
y
o
u
.
might
long
.
t
o
.
be,
.
.
b
u
t
.
.
the
gates
.
o
f
.
eternity,
–
–
open
only
–
–
when
.
w
e
.
cease
.
t
o
.
be . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
(I know when the end is near)
So,
hold
me,
–
–
love
me,
–
–
I
want
.
s
o
.
much
.
t
o
.
believe . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Taunt
me,
–
–
tease
me,
.
a
n
d
.
imprison
me
.
i
n
.
rhapsody . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
(for alone I will sleep till dawn)
<instrumental interlude>
Your
.
k
i
s
s
.
leaves
.
m
e
.
blue,
–
–
although
.
y
o
u
r
.
touch
.
i
s
.
cold
.
a
s
.
clay,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
even
.
i
f
.
your
love
.
i
s
.
true,
–
–
I
can’t
remove
.
t
h
e
.
barricade . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
(I’ve lost but I will win when tomorrow comes)
So,
hold
me,
–
–
love
me,
.
a
n
d
.
Illusion
me
.
w
i
t
h
.
ecstasy . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Taunt
me,
–
–
tease
me,
.
a
n
d
.
surrender
.
t
o
.
my
destiny . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Bend
me,
–
–
break
me,
.
a
n
d
.
remind
me
–
–
this
is
.
a
l
l
.
a
dream . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
(Goodbye my dear, there’s nothing left but here . . . Goodbye)
Reflection: This was the lyrics to an indie pop song I wrote back in July of 2019 which could also be viewed as a romantic-themed poem. All of my poetry tends to be lyrical in nature – so writing poetry to music was pretty easy for me to do. I had written the music to the song back in 1990/1991 – but did not write the lyrics until 2019. In this song/poem the contemplator confronts the decline of a once vibrant, romantic relationship – and realizes there is no point in continuing on. Because simply holding on to hope would just delay the inevitable – causing greater pain, distress, and distance in the process.