Poem2024-07-25T09:32:52+00:00

Fleeting Dream

By: Norman Dean VanPelt

Dreams leave,
back to realilty.
The emptiness starts
to enclose me.
Alone again,
not even friends.
By myself,
trapped again.
Time has passed,
it seemed stood by.
When you were here,
right by my side.
Now you're gone,
time passes on.
The dream has left,
drift out to sea.
Drift out to see
what another dream might be.