Of Dreams

From the confines of this, as safe a harbor my needs afford, I began my journey. My mind leapt to scale these walls of raveled thoughts into shapes and colors I have no claim too, for places never seen, at a pace to thrust a lifetime into moments with burgeoning fears that it may end without the end that lends any credence to reality. I share no hope of altering its heaving arrogant breath of fear, of joy, of pleasure, of mischief, of pain and loss. It was if I could touch the chill and at the same time share the wonder of its warmth. This dream, the rarest of possessions, never shared, was for a moment as clear as the first ray of sunlight. As I dare open my eyes, it was gone. Leaving me with only a faint and distant memory like the soft echo of sweet perfume and the tragedy of loves lost.