My Forgotten Dream
Lost once again, I look at myself, Yet what I look for I cannot see. In the distance, I see some form of comfort But too early are these dreams, Blurry as the first day I dreamt them. Looking once again I see the struggle, Listening I hear the cries, Dreaming I feel the pain, But trapped in the moment I realize the dream. How strangely the winds seem to pass me by, With every drifting wave lasting a second longer. And above me the clouds ponder in the sky, As below I stand staring at my dream. Lost I could not be, for I saw myself, Yet no shadow stood before me, no reflection, No form of rescue, only the full moon. Whispers kept telling me dream, Dream and remember it is only a dream.