I cry for yesterday when I dreamt dreams that could have been
But today I know those dreams were timed and would never be
And without them there would be nothing
yet today they still persist
My time is numbered but the dreams continue
They are mine but not entirely
Others dreampt such dreams and the dreams persist
Passed in the essence and in the genes
Down through the ages they have come
Burnt and diminished dream by dream
Until nothing seems to be what is or what was
But yesterday is not today,
And what has been diminished is still the dream
For what is created cannot be erased
And will persist beyound my end
© D. Evans 2009
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