a future glimpse from long ago, slivers on the tree of life, mere unravels, little bits and pieces from the thread of fate, a possible, a possibility, a once held dream close to the heart and mind and soul, much to the dismay of family and friends, and that one little dream, of a simpler life, a believed life, a true life, a road not taken, a path unfulfilled, but so much beauty, so much happiness, and goodness, and light and yes and true, and i can't do it, i can't give up what i returned to lately, i can't put away another dream, another hope, just as far fetched, just as remote a possibility, but one i'm not willing to turn my back on, to shut my eyes to, just too much a part of me, if only she knew the path she turned me down, so many years ago, if only she had listened, when i spoke truth without knowing, if only age had preceded, and life followed due course, if only, and what if, and the dream stays alive, the hope floats, and the future still remains