A Wanted Dream

Upon a balcony she looks above.
Wishing to hold stars, but is caged like a dove.
She wishes she could fly away.
Her wings are clipped therefore she must stay.

This haunting imprisonment caresses her soul.
Decrepit and abandoned, she has no goal.
No halls, no rooms, just a door.
No love, no heart, a withered core.

She feels like the moon, lonely and cold.
She feels like she’s something, but nothing to hold.
She wants to fit in; she wants to feel right.
She wants you to see her, and step into the light.

This darkness silences her; it unravels her trim.
Pale, yet, dark, she’s a forgotten hymn.
Not sung, not said, never written down.
That face, those tears, an unforgetful frown.

She feels like the tree that makes no sound.
She feels like she’s weak, and will never be found.
She wants to say something; she hopes someone hears.
She wants you to know her, and help rid of these tears.

Upon this balcony she will leap.
Silent and cold, she’s finally asleep.
No peace, no death, just living in a dream.
Not lost, not found, she floats downstream.

by urabaka
posted on 03/24/2008