When then a child I had brave dreams of things that might just be <br />As I grow older so it seems those dreams are part of me <br />The longing and the wistfulness that out of dreams are made <br />Are by life's beauty lesser things and fall into the shade <br />Of what is real and what is not and so our dreams become <br />The hope that lies inside of us and forever drives us on <br />For dreams are dreams when all is said and dreams are wafer thin <br />And the magic that we have in life comes only from within.<br /><br />David Keig<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-22/
