my dreams

sometimes you end up going down roads with no end in sight.

 

My dreams are clouded

thoughts muddled

I don't see a light

at the end of this tunnel

I turn around to go

down this dark road

yet,

I seem to always

am going one way

Even though I smile

I'm reaching out

wanting to pull you

toward me-I don't

For you belong to

another time, another place

a plane of existence

my soul cannot penetrate

Through this fog

I see you smile

though we can't touch

we share a comraderie!

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

interesting idea I cant say the context but we all dream of the one we cant meet