Dancing Dreams

was I wrong to believe in the dream again peered through the windows of chance brimming on the edge of a smile, undetected 'till now, full of hope and a promise that sweetened my days and warmed my night fires, thoughts of renewal and change for this beating heart that has seen so much pain and other great sorrows, life is a dream a mere illusion of the mind when does reality set in? maybe when one or the other finds a new way to say, it's time ...