Dreams

You tried to capture a dream
for a short time you held it in your hands
and kept it close to your heart
but dreams are made of such fragile stuff
the gossamer wings of a dream cant survive
the elements of the world
perhaps you held it too tightly, afraid it would elude you
perhaps it suffocated because you didn't keep it alive because you were afraid
by allowing it to grow and florish perhaps you didn't watch over it closely enough because you felt it was your and always would be
in your disregard it dropped and shatteredbut if you moved very quickly
you may have picked up the pieces to build that dream again
but if you didn't it may have been crushed and trampled
and now you weep for the loss of a dream that consumed your soul
for the memory of a passion that drove you on to greater heights
and made the world seem so very beautiful for you
no feeling that touched your heart so deeply could be gone and forgotten
dont cry now because your dream is gone rejoice because it was
though you no longer hold it in your hands
it will be in your heart forever someday in a diffrent place and time
if you faithfully believe, your dream may be born again
the next time the dream comes alive it will survive