Unfinished Dream

Unfinished dreams Lay immured in melancholy -the saddest mystery, of all human folly- The feeling like fall I can't seem to lose, It smells of ancient memories And undone blues. So much longed for Is recalled no more, It has all came and went Like a maudlin dream, unspent. What can they mean, These fading, unfinished dreams? Brought upon clouds of blue Drifting by, always just out of view; Unfinished dreams Are memories lined with a purity of love as yet unseen; Like friends I know, yet don't, and Friends I wish to know, fearing I won't, Like an evening sky speaking in silent tones With a melancholic voice I feel -somehow- I have known. The voice encouraging: ' Finish the dream, All is not just as it seems.' Life thus far Is an unfinished dream Originating from an unseen distant Star When that last super-nova ignites In the greatest ever flash of light Our mysterious, melancholy dreaming shall end And there we awake where we began... Seeing, for the first time, exactly where we are.