Dreams

I hear the sounds of yesteryear

those soundtracks of my life,

music playing in my head

as I dream of better days ahead.

The days are colder,

nights sitting alone,

wishing I had done so much differently

but then that’s how life goes sometimes.

I reach my hands towards the stars,

only dreams in my sight,

hoping that oneday

maybe I’ll get things right.

Do you hear my voice calling?

I shout to no one

but I whisper in the empty

these dreams I hold so tightly.

I hope tomorrow,

or someday to come,

will be the day

these dreams

are more than dreams.