A Dream Too Soon Poem by Frederick Nellist

My mind's eye sees you each day
I'm lost for words, what to say
You drift by, no backward glance
We never meet, not even by chance.

My emotions are clouding my mind
It seems your heart is not inclined
This dream I have is most unfair
When dawn breaks you're never there.

The passion I have grows and grows
You are my secret without a pose
You are ever silent I know not why
Your love it seems will pass me by.

I crave to know what might have been
Will I ever know what my dream means?
I wake each morning my eyes so damp
I'd give my all for Aladdin's lamp.

Are my dreams a part of life's stage?
Is my bedroom only an empty cage?
Perhaps the answer lies in between
I suppose it's me, I'm only thirteen.