In search of dreams

What man is this

that casts away dreams

in search of dreams?

Seeking some contented part of life

which may be neither here nor there

he searches always higher above

for some exalted order.

A tree ruffles as the summer evening sets

and the water moves past New River.

This summer evening sets in his eyes

a sound reverie awakens, the sunlight prances

and the shadows cascade through the air.

Fragrant winds and laughter spins

and a new life in her eyes.

Dance lightly on her skin as the evening cools

flowing gently, abridging time

and seeing something old and expected.

It moves on sweetly still as silence

when the clouds move before thunder and rain

and a blue sky reigns over all,

dance ever lightly, dance lightly.

It dawns quickly now as

memories become explainable

and the distant ripples meet

falling over becoming still.

Old dreams surface and the moment

becomes forever, not for the moment

but because of the past.

What man is this

that casts dreams away

in search of dreams,

moving through time too quickly

feeling but a moment in spite

and never known by one?