Daydreamer, where have you gone.
All those days to dream, still near, not gone.
Daydreamer where have all your dreams gone.
When you look through life’s looking-glass, do you see a long-lost past.
A distant memory, a line on horizon shore
or more of life’s predictable ocean
to sail ever more.
Was your dream to big, or courage to little,
to dare to play life’s uncommon fiddle.
A familiar tune more appealing
alas not as revealing.
And when you look into the pale reflection of your valleys brow
do you see her love lost and wonder how
the day dreaming stopped
Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.