Wistful thoughts and promised dreams
The distant dawn so close it seems.
Hold steady, don’t betray, do not scatter
by force of boastful arrogant matter.
The mist and lofty goal so shimmered
now seems smothered, lost, and withered.
Yet midst the tug-of-war does glimmer
the playful peaceful voice remembered
deep inside and all around,
revealing truth, the goal now found
whispered gently in my ear
“You know my dear I hold you close and ever near.”