What Dreams RemainA Poem by ScotchRoberts
My thoughts on what lies in the past, what lies ahead, and what it all means.
Just as I know the seemingly endless ocean
Will eventually reach a shore,
I once thought I was immortal,
But I don't think that way anymore.
As dreams descend from ether to Earth,
I see them better for what they are -
Mile markers strewn along chosen paths
Reminding me where I've been so far.
So looking ahead as if squinting out to sea,
I search the horizon through the haze.
There to discern what dreams remain
Like glimmers of hope born on glinting rays.
And there I find my children.
I feel reborn within their eyes.
The essence of God is the goodness
We leave in other people's lives.
So in them I am immortal.
At least I hope to be.
May they pass on what good I gave them,
As they set sail upon their sea.
© 2010 ScotchRoberts