Dreams

Dreams.....

Dreams are like the fog that surrounds us in the early mornings

It wraps around you until the fog is all you can see

But you can never touch fog, no matter how thick it may seem, it will forever elude your grasp.

So too with dreams.

Always just out of reach

Always leading you forward

Always blinding you to the dangers along your path.

And just like the fog you will occasionally see another passing through

For an instant you will share the dream.

Then like all things they will be gone.

Eventually the sun begins to rise and burns away the fog and you find yourself standing there.

The dream is gone but you know it will return.

Like the fog, dreams are eternal.

In the sun you find that maybe the dream was not so elusive after all.

Like the fog that leaves its moisture on the grass so too do dreams leave their mark on everything they touch.