Catch Up With My Dreams

Like a pond swollen with springtime rains
My thoughts are flooded with heated strains
That overfills my dreams with an ever dawning regret
Of continually seeking that new beginning and end met.
Though never clear the road to feelings surreal and pure,
Nor heightened hopes or aspirations absolutely assured,
Perhaps you would like to know that I most recently
A breach perceive, mayhap your dreams catch up with me.