Like a cold breeze sweeping down my spine
A dream of something that could but
Is not, a hope of something that
Might, only a whisper.
Not something seen but thought
Not witnessed but imagined.
Life, a reflection of something not
A dream in clouds like candy floss.
Floating.
Above chaos and destruction.
Something beautiful
A life imagined, hoped, wished, utterly
Dreamed and longed for, pined for!
But veiled and unseen
In a pool of bright things
Never understood.
Always never noticed.
Something beautiful
Just not meant to be