A forgotten dream

In the quiet corners of a dusty mind,

A forgotten dream lies, tender and unkind,

Whispers of laughter, shadows of light,

Fading like stars in the pull of the night.

Once it soared high on the wings of hope,

A fragile promise, a shimmering slope,

Colors of wonder painted in air,

Now just a wisp, a forgotten prayer.

Time has wrapped it in layers of dust,

Lost in the echo of wander and rust,

Memories drift like leaves in the breeze,

Carried away with a sigh, with ease.

Yet in the stillness, a flicker remains,

A pulse in the darkness, a hint of old chains,

Tugging at heartstrings, a sweet, soft refrain,

Reminding the spirit of what once was gained.

Though buried in silence, it waits to be found,

A seed in the soil, yearning for ground,

To rise from the ashes, to dream once more,

To break through the barriers, to open the door.

So here in the twilight, I cherish the sigh,

Of a forgotten dream that still dares to fly,

For in every shadow, a spark may ignite,

Turning lost visions to luminous light.