What Happens To Old Dreams?

Antique houses and vintage hearts,
Where do the ancient kingdoms go
When contemporary hours close?

Old-fashioned affection fetch us here,
Sharing heaven with those once dear,
Now tenderness and touch enfolds,

On the mantle the candles calmly dance,
Their quintessential shadows romance,
Consummated with sentimental purpose,

Premonition plays it’s part with love
To take away the blushing flood
Of all the dreams of long gone days,

Archaic warmth amiably swings
Into deep sympathy and understandings,
Legends grow and stories hold.

Poem © Phen Weston 2014


2 thoughts on “What Happens To Old Dreams?

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  1. Beautiful poem… a French poet (Lamartine) has written:
    “Objet inanimés, avez vous donc une âme…”
    Your poem reminds me of this line…
    And I absolutely love the title!
    Take care & amitiés! 🙂 Hope you are enjoying a great time.

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