Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Houses of Dreams

Houses of Dreams
Sara Teasdale

You took my empty dreams
And filled them every one
With tenderness and nobleness,
April and the sun.

The old empty dreams
Where my thoughts would throng
Are far too full of happiness
To even hold a song.

Oh, the empty dreams were dim
And the empty dreams were wide,
They were sweet and shadowy houses
Where my thoughts could hide.

But you took my dreams away
And you made them all come true --
My thoughts have no place now to play,
And nothing now to do.

3 comments:

Dana Cheryl said...

There's an infinite amount of dreams out there... Some obtainable, some that are not, and others that require time to pass.

Mush said...

It's true! If you really think about it, you see this every day.

Dana Cheryl said...

Absolutely!