A Dream Too Long Held

Sometimes when engulfed in a misty daze
Hung long behind a veil, a secret hides

Comes an eerily form through blurry haze

Uncertain, yet determined, and so decides.

Now is the time ripe to be clearly seen

As though it’s long time in hiding over now

Too long abandoned, past time to cling,

When in youthful fancy, was thought to allow

Some greatness that in me would achieve,

But was set aside for daily mundane things.

Instead of earnest pursuit yet still believe

That time plenty after the present brings.

Thoughts of better opportunity it to occur,

But a year passed and more slid through

Thinking plenty of time later as it were.

To other smaller things my attention drew.

While that dream buried, long buried deep

Lay smoldering all consumed by the "now"

While to myself that aged promise to keep,

Etched even deeper the lines upon my brow.

As the days of the clock of life took place,

A crushing realization came over me.

The truth long hidden had I now to face

A smothered dream, one I did not feed.

So here sit I in the shadows of my thought

Contemplating of what worth has this brought?