A Slow Burn

I'm working on a slow burn feeling lost not having any of the dreams for which I yearned. Time passes more quickly then we can ever realize and senior years may show no obvious prize. What was it that as children we dreamed could be the beauty of our futures unseen? Years pass and struggles and rewards are packed in boxes now stored. I'm working on a slow burn to recover dreams now forgotten and unknown but love was and is the most precious burning. Foolishly in youth we give it away believing it will return to us one day but given and taken it often disappears. If you are lucky enough to have once loved and lost hold steady to its birth not measuring the cost. Give of yourself and fear not your heart give and take is how it starts.