Fist of Dreams

As time goes by
I've found myself gripping my life
tighter and tighter
clinching my dreams in the palm of my hand
protecting them from the winds that howl around me
Like grains of sand they slip through my fingertips
first one
then another
then another
each of them crawling out of my tight embrace
before finding a trail of wind
and floating into distant oblivion
I feel my fist of dreams get lighter and lighter
I watch my smiles and hopes get carried off in the breeze
and I smell the vapour of a thousand broken promises drifting away
it's as if the grains of my life are marching
marching away to the meter of a quickening clock
Hours pass like minutes
minutes pass like seconds
and soon my hand feels empty
so hollow and betrayed
With a heavy heart
and tear-streaked eyes
I slowly open my fist
and there, in the middle of my palm
rested the last dream I held
It was an unimportant, meaningless dream
forgotten so long ago
With it's brothers and sisters all gone
it seemed so petty and trite
like a shadow of a faded image
or a memory of a an ideal long discarded
I had no choice but to let it fall
and watch it float like a leaf to the ground
All that I can do is hope someone will see it there
and take it up as their own
or that some lost heart will catch one of my countless dreams
as they're blown away by the winds that howl around me

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