I had a dream
Almost within my grasp
Cannot be held
It crumbled to dust
Beneath my fingers
This was one from last year. There’s something about revisiting stuff – do we still see things in the same way? Or have we moved on, the perspective changed? What lessons have we learned?
Dreams are, perhaps rather like a kaleidoscope, always shifting, changing.
I thought we had dreams in order for them to come true. But perhaps that is not their purpose at all. Perhaps they exist to colour and bring life to the ordinary everyday things of life.