the impossible dream

a circle that cannot be broken
a breath with the hint of a sigh
a sentence that cannot be spoken
a question that has no reply

a straw that is steadily sinking
a hope that is fading away
an eye that is constantly blinking
a dawn that will never be day

a life that is clouded with sorrow
a flower that dies in the sun
a yesterday but no tomorrow
a race that can never be run

a heart that will always be waiting
a cool breeze that blows and is still
a string that has ceased its vibrating
and a shadow on top of a hill


Yvonne J Day 1977

at sunrise

at sunrise, when the day was fresh and new,
you gave to me wild flowers, damp with dew
and in the sparkling freshness of the dawn
we gazed upon the golden fields of corn
contrasting with the cloudless azure sky:
we were so happy then, just you and I....

but time flies fast when morning is so young;
the song inside my heart is left unsung
for you have never known the torment sweet
of loving with a love so incomplete

and now, as day is drawing to its close,
you give to me a single scented rose
symbolic of a love that can't exist:
then you vanish in the heavy evening mist.


Yvonne J Day 1976