Tears into a Poem

Slowly the clock moves it's hands on reverse Minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and even years back back to a time when I was not afraid to dream The very foundation of my life was a dream kept away in a safe place, unknown to the world Little boy with a mature soul Gentle smile and strong thoughts Secretly feeding energy, hope and life to what was to become my deepest dream and my most important lesson. Many sunsets and full moons latter Countless ups and downs, smiles and tears, moments in solitude, moments of anger and sadness going through the illusions of my dream. I saw a light...I thought was hope...a reality I saw my dream evolved, change, shaped in a zillion ways I was blinded, I really wanted to believe it just needed to hold it, feel it, become one with it Dazzled by its uniqueness I noticed no pain I saw no blood, I felt no tear as the knife set in my heart the pain of losing once again. Heart and life in hand, I see it vanishing Telling me that there is no worse mistake than to believe dreams can come true. Little Man, with childish dreams and left with nothing nothing but a lesson, love was never meant for you!