Dream Lien

No wonder her ire's extreme
as she tries to abolish this thought,
"Her wealth is tied up in a dream",

a dream that dissolves and is seen
as a fountain most avidly sought.
No wonder her ire's extreme.

So far she's had reason to preen -
to bask in her gifts; be called "hot".
Her wealth is tied up in a dream.

She looks in the mirror; covets what's been.
Her pulchritude's fading; suffering draught.
No wonder her ire's extreme.

She's learned that the bloom is on lien -
depends now on potions in pots.
Her wealth's fading fast and with it her dream

Time was her ally, now throws a screen
on features that glowed, skin lean and taut.
No wonder her ire's extreme.

Her wealth was tied up in a dream.

Copyright ©2005 by Johanna Donovan