Watching From The Wings: The Lament Of The Dreamer Poem by DM W

I watch from the wings as the rampant scenes drift by.
O I sense the sadness dripping from the moonlight.
I can't hear the whispers of prayers on the wind.
All I can grasp is the solitude of my sins.
The wastelands of fear are growing in the West.
Some find it really hard to connect spirit and flesh.
Time is out of joint. The dark days are closing in.
I'm searching for signs with which to begin again.
I'm waiting like a child for the healing Spring rain.
Everything that's beautiful is tainted with pain.
Bright novelties lead to the threshold of despair.
O how to live a life without worries or cares? !
Yet I know that there's nothing new under the sun.
All my heroes are now ruined, or dead and gone.
All I seem to do these days is collect rare junk.
All my dreams and desires are well and truly sunk.