Of hearts she wrote
When she’d never lost hers
Of diamonds she sung
When she never owned one

She dreamt though
As the night sung its sonnets
As crickets chirpped
And the winds howled

She dreamt her dream
Of beauty and love
She dreamt her dream
Of happiness and hope

Each dream dreamt was not the same
Each dream dreamt was still the same
Of beauty and love, of happiness and hope!
Each dream dreamt sparked her breath…

As day’s turned nights
And waves roared the same
As year rolled away
Dry as autumn leaves

Nothing but dreams were left
Nothing but dreams and her breath
Still she dreamt of beauty and love
But no longer hope; hence no longer Happiness!