The Keeper of Dreams

O’er tempest tossed seas I sail, towards the setting sun and horizons unknown.

Weary travellers, put out to sea from life’s sandy shores, pass me along the way.

They know, as do I, our paths are different, yet the destination remains the same.

I drift onward, thrown about by the waves, ever chasing the thief who stole my dreams.

Dreams we all had, with visions so fair, in our mind’s eye the future was radiant and clear.

Time however was subtle and sly, with whispers of tomorrow and countless days thereafter.

How blind I was, how foolish and weak, to think Time was a companion, a friend to be trusted.

With each day that passed, another dream was stolen away, relegated to mere flights of fancy and wishful thinking.

Their sirens’ call, it drives me now, forever chasing the fleeting feeling of hope that perhaps out there is something more.

They see it in my eyes, my fellow wanderers set adrift to find their way.

In hushed voices and muted tones I hear them say.

“There goes one seeking The Keeper of Dreams”

Author's Note

Not my usual thing.