Dreamy Lost Evenings...

When did the night get done?
When did the day again begin?
Seems like only a blink,
Dreams dissolve and reality sets in.

Were the skies too high,
For the weakened wing?
Was the melody too sweet?
That the pained heart cannot sing?

A dreamy yesterday buried,
Locked and bolted to rest.
A keepsake for the lonely morrow,
When present is put to test.

Tears be the faithful companions,
For journey of many a mile,
The heart desires no laughter,
Contented with the broken smile.