I had a dream once.

Not quite sure where it went -

one minute it was here

and the next it was gone.

I go about my life.

Every once in a while,

I think about that dream

that I once had.

I wonder if I had done this

or maybe if I had done that,

it could have been different.

Why do I still think about it?

Could it be that I

don't want to let it go?

Or, could it be that my soul,

my heart is gently reminding me

"Remember when you had

this dream?  This idea?"

My soul reminds me

that this drea...