Dreams

I had dreams Kept them close Burnished them With new ideas Changed them Modified them But I grew tired And discouraged And let them slip away From me Like so many imaginary Grains of sand Completely forgotten. One day Like a ghost They came back Ideas Scrawled on a piece of paper Even then I clung to the belief That anything could still happen. Over time I realized I hadn't accomplished My dreams It hurt To see that what I wanted Didn’t match what I envisioned. The upside of being down Was that the dreams kept me going All these years. It was good to dream.