Grey Dreams Poem by Helen Crutchett

You came to me in colourful dreams
once...
I only have sad grey dreams
now...
Not the vibrant almost real ones.

Like a gold ring on a merry-go-round,
just out of reach, I held on to maybe's.
and what-ifs.
Alas, taunting like impish elves
they played with my mind.

Soon dreams will not return at all
there will be no point...
that gold ring will never be caught,

You see you took it with you
with the promises of forever.
A dreamless sleep is what awaits me
when that night of nothingness arrives.

Dreams will be lost to the void
like bad friends...
I will bid them farewell
As they won't matter anymore ~