Graciously Pathetic

anticipation of a hopeless feeling remembered

a parallel scent of decline

restless eyes lay open staring

for the appearance of another splash of color

to distract from the grey

remembrance creeps again

taunting of another dawn

like the hint of a dream you never want to wake from

yet laying there on the clouds of approaching desire

winds of anxiety push forth storms of regret

and as the dawn slowly fades

the dream is over