You Once Spoke Of A Dream

You once spoke of a dream.

A vision for how things could be.

We held hands and talked late into the night.

Imagining how that dream would feel and taste and look.

Exploring all the facets of that vision we revelled in the picture that you painted.

And as you spoke,

I saw a single match flare in the darkness.

Lighting a candle inside you.

When the morning came,

You laughed at what we'd spoken of.

Dismissing it as foolish fancy,

Even while I saw you wished it could be so.

But the candle still burnt true.

Over time,

I've seen that flame waver.

I've seen that light dim to a glimmer.

I've seen you follow others' flames.

And I've noticed.

When you've looked back to see if your dream was still there,

Wondering if it's managed to survive despite all the changes and life stages you have travelled through.

As I look at you today my love,

I see that light is still burning in the night,

Like the lantern lit for loved ones feared lost at sea.

And though it may have wavered and dimmed at times,

I see that dream still calls.

And I know if you close your eyes,

You can see that spark shine still.

If you want to leave it gently burning there,

That is your choice my love.

But remember,

If you ever wish to make it burn a little brighter,

You just need to give it air.

And then you can use it to light your way.

Thank you.

Thank you.