Heather P Wilson
Lost Daydreams
My sweet daydream
Without a backward glance
Floated way into the air,
Drifting towards the unknown
Maybe meeting others gathered there.
Many have gone before
Without a fleeting thought for me,
It seems that all their wishes
Wrapped around the need of flying free.

Destined forever at random just to roam
A never ending journey
Not even searching for a home.

A memory they will all remain
Leaving me without a clue,
If they met a happy destiny
Or if any will come true.