Dreams never end well.
They leave with a dread at the centre of them
Or grief or insecurity as the main theme.
In the sunlight
dreams are a source of Inspiration
a wild sea
you in the boat
Heroically sailing toward the horizon
The future white and inviting.
In the landscape of snow
Anything is possible.
The dots lay in many directions.
The human print has not yet been
Destiny ,why have you
Let me down?
me and millions like me
Who wake each day to say’ is this all there is?’
Did we not dream loudly enough?
Or are dreams meant to end in shambles
You being playful again?
You are cruellest to those
To whom you grant their wishes.
In the end
They realize its paltriness,
the opposite of gold.
It is perhaps impossible not to dream
But what to tell the young about you?