The Arts --- Poetry (Celebrating Poetry Month) --
Dreams We Sold
We severed the wings of our wayward souls
On that fateful day our lofty dreams we sold.
So here we sit, musing idly of opportunities lost,
Thinking what might have been, but for the cost.
And now, possibility remains a dreamy fantasy,
And imagination, once free, can only look on,
Gazing longingly with that wistful, mournful mien,
Pondering all the while of what could have been.
[Photographic Art by Ric Couchman]