I dreamt a dream

I was once so very young and full of so many idealistic dreams.

I remember how I would walk alone in the silent forest and recline by gentle streams.

I would sit on the cool moist ground listen to the trees as they whispered and groaned.

I would then by deft sleight of mind journey a million miles from home.

For you see, I was so young back then, back so long ago when dreams were real.

It was a time back then, a time back when nothing could hinder nor to rob and steal.

Yet now it is unto this day, and through the maddening march of unswerving time.

I find myself no longer buoyant of youth except in the dusty corners of my mind.

Some will now say of this that you are only as young as you feel

They will say that age is irrelevant in the scheme of things and that getting old is no big deal.

Yet to wisdom such as this, they pander to false hope and wish upon a dying star.

For in it they refuse to realize that yesterday was then and tomorrow is still too far.

For though I was once young and full of dreams

Hence now I’m old and understand many things.

I realize that hope is for the youth of today,

I realize that soon even their dreams will too someday pass away.

Yet tonight…I dreamt a dream

J. Allen Wilson © TWELVE 2006

 my dream that fades to black