A Wingless Dream

It comes back to me
Every now and then,
A wingless dream;
Startles me with its intensity,
Amazes me with its persistence,
Hurts me with its futility —
Each time it comes
And leaves in its wake
A sea of remorse,
I resolve
Not to put at stake
My happiness; not to take
A load of care
That will not wear;
Not when this dream
Has a glossy sheen
That will never go away.