The Dream Was My Path and It Ends

Life is gone, but the eyes can not see,
The ears do not hear, the faint cry of worth.
Like smoke wisps on the breath of a failing heart,
Watch as what was to be and what would be-

I’m dying, but you’ll never mourn.
I’m dying, but you’ll never see.
The dream was my heart and it’s dying.
The dream was my path and it ends.
{full poem, No Eulogy}

[via Of a Pastoral Wannabe]