A New Year beckons,
Hopes and wishes born of disappointment and sorrow.
Up high they fly, far off beyond the earthly sky,
Before fading helplessly into the dreams of yesterday.
A clock chimes.
The second-hand signifying new beginnings,
A change from the old to the new,
But what is one without the other?
No more than empty thoughts of yesterday’s tomorrow.
Reality wakens.
Optimism gives way to fear.
The same sun rises.
Nothing has changed,
The world remains constant,
No room for enchantment.
Yet still we dream,
Still we dream.
Reah Roberts ©2011
Tales From Behind A Cushion 
Trapped inside that rough reality, what would we be without dreams…
A beautiful piece of poetry Reah.
Have a lovely day
love/Eclipse