Dream Lands

maybe we didn't have to end up like this
hopelessly waiting on opposite ends,
maybe if we'd gotten past the unbroken bridge
or crossed over the landing
we'd see
the agony of our ecstasy
creeping from within
pleading for another attempt
but why
strolling among yesterday's scenes
we stumble,
unable to discern
between those from another face
and this day
left back against some distant hillside
next to a forgotten smoke
we hiccup,
suddenly aware
it's cold out here and the weather is quite dreary
what did the sunshine succumb to
where are those singing birds in spring?
or did we forget it's still winter
the hypothetical looks most attractive now
leading in points next to reality,
which places a distant third
we loved and laughed or at least thought we did
the stakes were much smaller then,
now the landscape lies bittersweet
between fruitcakes and marmalade...