Out of Time

Dreams breathe life into memories of the past
Yet the outcomes of yesterday are cemented in time
There is no hour glass that will bring back a moment
Stars streak out of the sky, never to return again
But tell a dreamer it is too late, and he will laugh at your lack of faith
For a dreamer sees the ocean that is always  a brilliant blue
All those mistakes he made along the sorted road
Were just learning curves of a greater understanding
As long as there is breath in him, he sings his wayward tune
He knows no melodies that end in the somber chords
There are no finite endings, only lucid promises
The tide draws near in the quiet moonlit sky
As he smells the old familiar salty wind
His heart beckons a realm of understanding
Its misplaced arrangement has threatened his sanity
Though to hold back in fear of the next swan song
Will surely be among his list of solutions
For better to be whole, Then scattered infinitely
Amongst sorted hearts that sing a falsely tune
Dreaming upon his heart of arts and wishing in the winds
He knows there is but another out there who understands his pace
Who wanders the same alone singing the dreamer's song
Skies of purple are lit as he makes his sleep this night
For wherever he left himself has been returned in kind
Tell him anything you will, Just not that he's out of time