Forgotten on the breeze

It slips past and is lost

Opportunity comes to tease

Says come and play

Then dashes away

Like a laughing child

All gay and merry.

You feel it slipping through your fingers

Time... Life... Love

You want to keep it

Hold it close

But you keep grasping at straws.

The grains of sand

Drift away on the wind.

Oh, how you dream, yearn

For all that you desire

But never quite believe

That you will ever truly get it

And all you can hope

When life is a work of art

That imitates and cajoles

Is that your dreams don’t fall apart

Even before they have

Begun...