a lost dream, a lived dream, and a new dream

It's so hard to let go of a dream.

A dream that you've lived, and for so long, too.

A dream that you've tasted.

And then to let it go...

Drop the ashes,

Letting them float away in the wind.

Hoping the wind will change its path, turn around,

And

Come back.

Come back.

It continues its way somewhere into spaces and places.

But it didn't take the hope with it.

Because somewhere out there the wind is still lingering its way

through trees, around rocks, across the ocean.

It's still there. Carrying the dream with it.

What if?

Then there's another dream.

The one that is now.

Many words, many sounds, many feelings

Much wonder.

It is. It just is.

So you live it.

Love it.

Take note and never forget.

But then there's another dream.

And that's the one that brings 

excitement, optimism, a new tomorrow

A new moment.

In one split second, on any given day,

A world can change.

Or even worlds.

A moment occurs

Unexpectedly.

No predictions made,

No descriptions measure up.

And no dreamer could have imagined anything better.

A better dream come true than was dreamed in the first place.

And you know it came from a place 

Where laughter lingers throughout space and time, smiles are never lost, and no person forgotten.

It came from where all good things come from.

Even the sparkling sea,

A gown of fireworks glittering against the night sky,

Fields of green dancing under a big blue sky,

That new book, a new world,

Wind whispering words of hope.

And a blue bird singing from place to place

With a lost dream, a lived dream, and a new dream.