I lost a dream;
one that I hoped I’d keep
forever.
Not sure where I misplaced
this part of me,
a possibility
that I have hung on to
for so long.
Now,
when I lay
my body down,
to move between
this world
and the infinity
of could-have-beens,
where all things gone
and come
are happening;
my lost hope,
my one thing
still eludes me.
If I could sleep
ten thousand years,
searching through
the endless halls of time,
I’m not sure I’d find
that one,
or another
worthy to replace it.
The only consolation
that I have seen,
is that somewhere
there’s a me that hasn’t lost the dream.
In a universe
of universes,
all the possibilities
are possible,
so I know that it’s so.
Maybe there’s a me
that’s not lost and alone
out there,
in there,
or wherever
parallel universes go.
Such a strange way
to let go
of something painful
is knowing that somewhere
the dream’s still with you,
still a part of you
and life continues
forever
and ever.
HG – 2017
