Last Waking Dream

Once a dream came to me, so long ago
I walked upon the half frozen earth
Beneath the evergreen trees so high and dark
But the ground bloomed with deathly white flowers
I beheld a surreal light beyond the trees
Glittering upon the crystalline frost
And upon the pale flowers that bloomed
In that forest beyond the years
My mind is going, yet still I behold
In my waking dreams that forest of old
My life is draining, yet still I see
Those flowers through the fog
In that spring I shall never see
For it was a dream
Yet not all a dream
But it died with me