Mercury Dreams

A poem about our dreamscape.

By Aidan Carney via Pexels

Tell me of times when skies were white
Staining dreams with mercury light
Lives were whole and memories sweet
The last of summer’s fading feast

Could swear the clock still had some time
For a laugh or slice of lime
Please don’t go, let’s run instead
Where days should bear the truths we shed

Between the brooks and hills we hide
One dare make it, if they tried
Though these hopes had slowly lapsed
Beneath our step the dream collapsed

Pattering feet on broken glass
Can’t quite feel these limbs of brass
Sinews held in wishbone shape
The silence taut with lips agape

Suppose here comes this story’s end
Bid you all the best, dear friend
Should the lucky find their home
Where silvered hours always roam