When a Dream Remains a Dream

When a dream remains a dream it’s like I dived into the depths of the sea, onto the corals down there to engrave my name but the bottom was too deep and my breath too short and I got bogged up on the surface. When a dream remains a dream it’s like it drizzled a scent of rain but the cloud was soon scattered away - what a time for the weather to get fine again! – and I only drank a spell of drought! When a dream remains a dream it’s like a shore of stars I endeavoured to colour in the hues of joy but the night, that wild eagle dashed upon me and I was left with the shards of a fractured look. I remember, though, a dream I climbed upon only to find trodden mud and a hope withering flake by flake. Oh, when a dream remains a dream it’s like a poem of mine that I had kept in the drawers of time, but it got caught into the venomous hooks of fake needs and got lost or so I think.