Blankets of Dust

There’s a dust that blankets the back of minds,
those unopened thoughts from some long passed time
which blurs our current emotions and then
goes on to make us wish for times again,

and the dust that covers those behind whens
makes all my future look as if it were
some warm cold far off haze with uncertain
chances of ever reaching it. I stirred

in my sleep last night and I dreamt
that I would someday live in those old ways
and once again stand right next to my love,
this Romantic spirit is all that’s how and meant.

So all those others can be in their ways,
but I will still try to fly near the sun above.