Daylight dreamers awaken on

Deserts of desperation

Lonely lives learn to live on

Islands of isolation.

Surrounded by violent oceans

Of hate and hopeless sorrows

Daylight dreamers envision

Tranquil seas in safe tomorrows.



Dreaming through the darkened day

Along tempest torn strands

Desperately grasping the grains

Of hope that flit through our hands

As they fall we tighten our hold

While the waves claim the final few

Taken without ceremony

They drift out of view.



Washed away with the tides of time

Slipped through our fingers as dreams do.