If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream
As one stare at the emptiness of the darkness, with only a hint of glow from the moon light, thoughts arise on this path of life. How man transcends from each episode of life to the next creates and develops the maturity within humanity. Too long of my existence have made me reach for dreams attainable, while some are just as good as those fixed luminous objects in the night sky, unreachable and will just be as uncertain as a self deluding fantasy.
One day or maybe in one’s next life, may what we yearn for only in our minds no longer be a dream…
….but be part of the bitter sweetness of reality…