The Most Painful Dream Poem by Wesley Mincin

The most painful dream

And so this princess would walk and breathe on this Earth,
and I would dream of me being her knight.
A dance upon the stars,
stars I wished that I could give to her.
Then, sit on the crescent moon with her in my arms,
like a cradle in the night sky.
And though her words touched my heart,
though I felt them through there,
it was the fear of this dream,
being only a dream,
and this dream,
being but a desire,
that could never or would never be fulfilled.
Oh! How I wish I could sail with her across the sea of stars,
and cling to a bond of love that would last like,
the shining stars.
I would dream of our ship,
sailing on like time,
and like time,
our love would be so...everlasting.
I hear her voice, and think of its ring.
The tintinnabulation of the beautiful clarity,
that rang past the lips of red. That beautiful ring,
that would whisper the words I wished to hear, and a pledge,
that I pledged to her.
But it was a dream....
and only a dream.
It was a dream...
and nothing more.
I was a dream...
a horrible dream.
A simple dream...
I still adore.