Death of a Dream

A faint hope nurtured,

Foolish Fantasy indulged,

Imagination-fed dream,

Brought shimmers of joy.

But a few chance words

Hacked down the tree

In which the Bird of Paradise

Was building a nest.

Now clouds have obscured

The sun's filtered rays,

And heaviness has settled

On a heart that craved love.


Honoria A. Groves