I watched in morbid silence

 As the last of my dreams

 Faded into a distant memory.

Dreams that once promised of a better life

One void of struggle,

one absent of strife.

When they parted

And took residence in their newfound place.

I know not when,

And now I cannot recall,

the look upon utopias face.

 Feverishly I have delved

 into the hidden passages of my mind.

 Begging, pleading, for just one taste

 Of one of those lost dreams of mine.

But all I found when I entered this

Were hollow and empty chambers

 Scarred with the memory of another time.

 Lost and without hope

 All seems to have passed away

The desires, the aspirations

 That once were commonplace

No longer lived nor even existed

 all had vanished without a trace.

I remember this so well,

for they were all built on someday.

 Dreams made of stone, as strong as steel.

It was the source that fed my soul.

 Yet, now no meat have I.

 So hold tight to your dreams

 And let them never slip away,

Lest they vanish into another place and die.

For to search for a future

That is bound by the past

 is but a waste of time.

J. Allen Wilson © 2003