Dreams Die

the elusive dream
within inches of your fingertips
blowing softly in the breeze
and you reach out
inches short of capture
you try again
and faith flows with the current
time is freefalling
as the wind blows dust
and the particles
fall beneath you
life meanders
without resources
resting softly
upon the face of reality
entombed by frustration
sorrows implode
as destiny weeps
on your footprints
the tide waiting
for possesion
overtaken by impulse
the shadows darken
as dreams rise
and your soul is free