A picture of a life in my memory – it feels so familiar,
It was a happy time – faces smiling – comfort – security,
Honesty and warmth in shared conversation -
Echoes of a child’s laughter - happily playing -
The sensation of completeness.
Was this all in a dream?
The dream was mine.
Deep within my memories I found this treasure -
Locked within the safety of my most precious moments.
I was once given a priceless gift - it was all I had ever wished for.
Was I ungrateful? Was I blind?
Blinded by the absolute beauty that was all around me?
So careless, so unaware of what it was I had in my hands.
It was my dream – my wish – my life – my happiness.
I let it slip from my grip, from my heart and my soul.
When I had realized my mistake – I looked around –
It was long gone.
January 15th 2006
Dreams are still apart of you. They just have changed over the years. Its embracing new dreams that make life meaningful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Charmaine, it's the simple things we take for granted... but it's those simple things that mean the most. A very profound poem... well done! ! Brian