A Million Lost Dreams. Poem by Brett White

And standing on the edge of a million lost dreams,
Nothing is what, nothing is at all what it seems:
Our Hopes, not lost, just spread amongst the Sun's beams.

And they fall, forever further, each and every day,
Being dreams, they're lovely, and always seem to say:
'Follow me, my Love, have no fear, I shall show the way.'

The Way, though sometimes in Darkness, through Love, keeps lit
My thoughts of you, steadily turning, a deep habit
Embedded in my mind, mine alone, a lost secret

Fading into the Sunset with all the World's Days,
Embracing into one moment, Perfection that stays:
Youthful and Sweet, like you are in oh so many ways.