Unseen by Dreamer

Are my words worth nothing
but the paper written upon
Do my thoughts inspire none
going unheard cast aside

Do I cry without tears
and weep without voice
Wandering aimlessly
on the darkest of days

I think not, Dream not
Ponder not, nor do I evolve

Voiceless I still call out
Tearless I feel sorrow
and though you do not see me
I am here and worthy just the same

Martin Vann (65.56.168.192) -- Sunday, August 31 2003, 10:06 pm

There is nothing so alone, as a lonely Soul
Dreamer,

This is a tribute to a beating heart, one that has felt love's touch, then cried, as it was seen, to fade away. An old man or woman, reaching their, time alone. A young heart, who in desparation, feels that life, has no meaning, seeing only, the sun as it falls, blind to when the sun will rise.

The happy part about my comment is that, the sun will rise and your poem gave me the vision, to see, the sun and all its warmth, will always rise and warm the heart that beats, for there is always, a better day, arriving with the sun, its warmth, it's light, will never fade away, tomorrow, will be better, than today.

Got a little wrapped in this one, felt I needed to see the sun that in your poem, indicated, would come.

MartinV

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