Fleeting

Like the wind i ran, from here to there
Smile on the face, nice company and a night with lights
Like a dream i stare at the reflections of that day
that in my mind now appears.
I was like that bird who owned the skies
unattached by a string.
Like the wind i ran, hair flying
and not a damn care to think.
It was a dream, a dream indeed!!
All i can see are two faces against the dark skies.
Who thinks of matters of the heart when moment like these pries?
Lost is that world that tugs at the heart urging it to feel
Felt i did, so felt , but why
stare at reality's eyes when you got yourself a dream?