A dream is a slippery thing –

That taunts you near the surface –

A flicker of fins,

and a shimmer of scales,

And it’s gone;

It swims so swiftly – so free –

To catch it would be quite the feat –

You’ll build a boat,

And chase it down,

Through storm and sun and sea,

But years on the waves will tell you

few ever conquer this foe –

It dances between your nets –

forever out of reach.