Dream’s End

Once upon a dream ago

Amid a cycle of suffering

Your high regard lit me a glow

However soon be my undoing


Your virtue was pure, your habits true

Or at least before you shone through


The image you create slowly begins to fall

Evidence gathering of the forgotten

Birthdays, anniversaries, events and all

The truth becomes a bandage of cotton


The cycle has ended, the gap has closed

My choice is made, the truth arose

I know now whose virtue was true

Only now time will lessen you

November 24, 2013 Sunday Wordle # 136