Sometimes our dreams
when they come true
are not all what
we thought they would be.
Some hold a little disappointment
that you can never share.
Some show a little promise
then flicker like a candle light
before being extinguished
by the cold wind at night.
1 September 2008
The absence of dreams are as troubling as dreams that come true. Wonderful poetic insight here David.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dreams are how we think it will be, then comes the cold waters of reality... Andy 10