The Waning Dream©

The Waning Dream©

Copyright 2014

By Felina Silver Robinson

My salted tears fall like pedals from a dying rose

My tears race towards the keys of my computer

Halting the words that I would send forth to you

Glad for the brief break as I  struggle for

What words to share

I’m certain you don’t want to know

Of recent events to-date

So I choose to tell of my

Waning dreams to become an artist

The kind who sells pictures that tell a story

That no one would ever believe

But must have a part of

And are willing to pay but a pretty price

That is my dream

Please don’t laugh

I’d surely lose my nerve

And end the dream that I’ve

Held so near and dear to my heart

It’s been said that the waning dream is the one to follow

For your heart gives it the most dedication

You’ll surely win big if your heart is truly in it to win it

Don’t hold on the waning dream

For it holds the key to everlasting happiness