Fragments of a Broken Dream

do you hear the tears fall
slowly, numbing the
pain of a soundless scream?
do you feel my loneliness,
mirrored in the moonlit canvas
of a star-less dream?

do I wait, like I always have
for the night to pass away at last?
or do I take refuge,
in the serenity of
the white-colored garb?

would this be the night
when I see the clouds drift away?
would I then see your face
or would it be the faceless dark again?

my feet guide me to a winding road,
a stretch of silvery black I've never known,
I feel at peace, though I know I am lost,
but then,
maybe,
maybe its the numbness of the painful loss.

the snow still falls,
its
white lightening the infinite black,
and for a moment
the night was alight, with the silvery dance
of
the pale moonlight.

I wish for time to stand still,
for the music I hear
heals the wounds within.
but I hope for the hopeless
and the moment's gone,
forever lost like
wanderers in an endless storm.

the night is cold again
and beautiful no more
and the snow that falls still,
feels like tears
from the black above.

do I wish upon the night
to make me forget, a
life that could have been?
or do I hope, to be forever lost
in the shattered fragments
of this broken dream?