A Dream

by Kaye Gooding by Kaye Gooding by Kaye Gooding by Kaye Gooding

I have caught the dream, that they strive towards, And in doing so, discovered flaws; With having achieved a lifelong goal, I ended a reason to strive for more. To continue living one must have a vision, So I let mine go. But, For all the days I continue fishing, I'll never forget, The one that got away.

I longingly think of it on my wall, A pinned fish of dreams, there for all. Thoughts afflict my teetering mind, A realisation of dreams, can be unkind. My hasty hauling of this awesome fey fish, Has deprived others, of a reason to exist.

A Fish of Dreams I caught the fish that got away, The one that others say is fey. Rainbows dance on its silver scales Cresting and falling like breaking waves. Withering and Dieing at my feet Its lip-less mouth uttering a silent plea,