¿Do those dreams, that we dreamt & forgot,—

Find safe refuge from all of life's troubles,—

Find green lands where white unicorns gallop,—

Or, Atlantis where blue mermaids swim swift?

Hard to say of conjectures so vague held,—

& Glimpses ethereal of fay fairies,—

& Voices so soft little and brittle,—

That tell us of strange glories not lived yet;

Hard to say of illusions that youth had,—

'Bout what constitutes love and true friendship,—

'Bout what choices uncertain to make,—

So that life could course roads slightly travelled;

But now that autumn has bared all tree tops,

While cold winds under gray clouds blow brown sear,—

While heart longs for a tropic so distant,—

Soul realizes,—Her passage, is near.

It's a great poem, packed with imagery and powerful words. I especially enjoyed the last lines. I could sorta relate, but I think I found SOMEONE yesterday. _ It's pretty descriptive, good job!

-Helen