A dream is purpose, wrapped in chance
Seen through our eternal glance
Every night, or so they say
We live them till the break of day
The meager few we do recall
Rarely vex us, if at all

Yet, occasionally one is so appealing
The wounds of loss have trouble healing
And while my friend says she can tell
And sense that dream-state limbo smell
I seldom know it when at play
Still before it went away

Thus, when waking up is due
Truth scorns me on our rendezvous
How cruelly all is ripped away
Which wasn't mine yet, anyway
Severed by a flaming blade
And I'm left befuddled and dismayed

Although said feelings weigh in strong
They've not once stayed with me for long
For I'm not one to blandly brood
over what would have been, or could
No, I simply quell my inner strife
And head close-hauled unto real life

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