Four Winds Poem by Robert Longley

Hopes are often fleeting
Passions often lost
Dreams gone in an instant
And we’re left to weigh the cost

A cruel and bitter lesson
To be dashed upon the rocks
What began as joyous greetings
Brings farewell to golden locks

This is but a beginning
A glimpse of what could be
A yet unrealized vision
But something you can see

The dream, it still is out there
It’s just waiting to begin
For when your heart is ready
It’s but blowing in the wind