I do not cry for the Future

I do not cry for the future,
I cry for the future that shall never be.

When I look to the east,
I like what I see,
but I cry for I know
such things may never be.

Waking dreams are vibrant,
more vivid than those at night.
For one retains all memory
of that which was dreamed,
but with none of the denial of night.

I do not fear for my future,
but I despair for it none the less;
for I have dreamed of what I would become,
but not how it might come to pass.

Trance I (or "Dust to Dust")

Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
swords to plowshares,
steel to rust.

Flames to embers,
youth to age,
wood to flotsam,
hate to rage.

Shards to splinters
rock to mud
silt to grit
and tears to blood.

Armor shatters,
torn asunder
drowned with sorrow
drawn down under.

low and piercing
the widow's scream
of forlorn hopes
and blemished dreams.