A dream remembered . . .
Lived . . .
And painfully sat aside
Becomes an indelible illustration
Within the soul
That yearns for happiness
"To sleep perchance to dream"
A borrowed line from poet's pen
Of conscious desire
To drift beyond
The reality of our today . . .
And wake to hold the hope
We have found within the
Enlightenments of the dream
Striving to find ourselves
Within its realization
Often finding tears . . .
Upon chosen paths
In relentless quest
To bring peace and joy
To our restless existance
The dream in wistful flight
Remains always to be
Our . . .
It could have been's
It was
Or our . . .
It was not meant to be's
Elusive to reality
Sought after . . .
But sometimes never found
The dream stands between
Who we are . . .
Who we wish we could be . . .
And whom we have become
Endless miles of fallen footsteps
To search for and find
Our reality
At times finding
Only disappointment
And heartache
The question of
Why . . Why always?!
Left for awhile
To become a stumbling block
To our 'What still can be'
Wherein the cocoon's silk
Is broken and the dream
Is free to dance
The chance . . .
Found to be a most worthy risk
The dreamer walks
The endless miles
Of hopes and fears
In the realization
To choose not to dream . . .
Leaves but empty footsteps upon
A cold and lonely pathway
