Alone

My dream remains alone.  It lurks inside

My core though hoping to escape.

In sleep it twisting sneaks for ways to slide

To daylight thrills.  A hero in a cape

Might help but in my doubts he will not swoop

And lift m high to glide far up above

Low Lilliput.  My dream is doomed to droop

Unless I find a capeless kind of love.

My dream is left inside me.  There it waits

And even if it finds its way away

Among the facts, my cowardice castrates

Its rainbow chances.  They become sliced gray.

  My dream, if it could open up my blinds,

    Might find its might in money-grubbing “minds.”

© Phillip Whidden