Dream (Revised)

My childhood's constant companion;

You taught me to think like a champion.

When I was three

You said follow me.

I grasped your hand

following you into the land

of my sleeping mind's imagination.

Then something, like recognition

Sent you loping.

Now I'm left coping.

You are Goal's flighty cousin;

and you are Imagination's basin,

that creates the world I travel

whilst I also marvel

During sleep's most beautiful promise.

Then whispers echoes in the silence.

My heart aches with dreams forgotten

Which sends my thoughts towards rotten

and then they die as reality captures my heart

Now it seems I've lost the art

To create the tales you told me.

For Dream,

I cannot find you as the knock of

Future echoes in my head.