There Is So Much In Dreams (From, Dried Flowers)

There is so much in dreams that cannot stay, Like all we know that is just for the stars; Where twinkling lights with darkness interplay, And only distance keeps it from debars. Vainly thinking can not link subtleties, Or faithful always of what he knows and knows; For all comes down to ones own abilities, And how each substance from thereon grows. The infant fingers fumble through the days, Lovely things that wander off and are lost; Like song or music somewhere that plays, Moments in time hours that were aside tossed. Al things are in passing to be there found, Some are lost forever some go-around.