Dreams

Dreams are what surround me with a constant flutter They appear as the fog arriving across the bay waters A slow, delicate reminder of what's approaching What I desire and what I cherish, all collected within the dew drops of this haze It isn't as gloomy as one would feel To me it's a calm setting of what will soon be real Strives are evident to the journey on the road Pretty soon one exit will be departing from the rest of the roads chosen The sun rays peek through the mist and they reveal the successes these Dreams can acquire I'll just need to sit back and pursue a little while longer