Your Dream

Your dream: to keep on knowing what you know
Past death, to learn the end is not the end,
That hearts don’t change, but truth will never bend
To grapple with the dust we come from, slow
Disintegration. It’s a body blow,
But look at what you’re trying to defend:
A dream. It isn’t likely to depend
On hope that something else — above, below,

Sideways — comes to your rescue after all
The time we’ve spent on praying that we’re meeting
Divine requirements. Somebody is cheating,
Someone has claimed admittance to the ball
Where there’s no dance, no music, and no hall.
This dream of yours is simple, sad, and fleeting.