By Tony DeLorger © 2012
Faded dreams are but the remnants of a soul passed,
a soul relentlessly evolving.
Regret is therefore unfounded,
thoughts of another you,
having walked your footsteps before change.
Dreams are our measure of direction,
our plans of possibility in waiting,
always enlivening our minds to explore,
to dare to contend with destiny.
But dreams, although silken, are like a mist,
elusive and transparent until given form,
until, with decided movement and purpose,
can become the reality of our future.
Faded dreams cannot rob us of future,
simply whisper in soft tones,
the passing and furtive thoughts of a younger you.
Never lament the seemingly lost dreams of past,
instead, celebrate the vast and virgin landscape of life,
given possibility by an articulate and searching mind,
delving into an unknown and fortuitous world.
Like coloured balloons tossed in the breeze against an endless sky,
release those faded dreams,
and explore new horizons, with every cell of your being.
For now is all there is, and miracles are but the stuff of life.