A Dreamer's Ordeal

There were once two dreaming eyes,
Who never knew what is true,
For whenever they gazed up to the sky,
Its said, "I will be there for you",

Whenever they smiled at a blooming bud,
It smiled back at them,
The moon liked them as her companion,
And often asked their name,

Then time came as poison,
And the eyes grew old,
And they never saw dreams again,
Neither beautiful nor bold,

Then the sun left her alone,
Also left the bloomed flower,
And not even the moon came,
To say goodbye at her last hour,

For the dreams had left her,
And she had become old,
The warmth of youth had been replaced,
By what is barren and cold.