Before we realize, the possibility,
We may be close, to a dream,
There is fantasy, in our mind,
We think in many directions,
Trying to perfect it, for when our dream,
Begins, to appear, in real time.
Sometimes, no fault of our own,
They disappear, one cloudy day,
At first, we are saddened, like, a lost puppy,
A stray, still carrying emotions, feelings,
We wanted to share, live and stay,
Always, keeping, an open door,
So many thoughts, pass through,
As we sit under a tree, in the shade, confused.
Why our dream, faded away.
The Original: Tom Maxwell 11/01/2021 AD