The Edge of Dreams

Morning dew adorns the meadow

Running with pampas grass in tow

Streams murmuring amidst cicada song

Barefoot frolics in the water

Those carefree fantasies

Like kites soaring through the azure sky

Dandelion seeds scattered by my own breath

Are fading aspirations, drifting away

The edge of dreams

A cup of rich, mellow wine

Settling through the years

The surging tide of people

A dizzying array of faces

Those carefully crafted disguises

Are the turbulent waves within

Stars plucked by hand

Are genuine wishes, fulfilled

Blurred visions and yearnings breed uncertainty

One side holds innocence never to return

The other, a distant horizon never reached