There Is So Much In Dreams

There is so much in dreams that cannot stay,
Like all we know that is just for the stars;
Where twinkling lights with darkness interplay,
And only distance keeps it from debars.
Vainly thinking can not link subtleties,
Or faithful always of what he knows and knows;
For all comes down to ones own abilities,
And how each substance from thereon grows.
The infant fingers fumble through the days,
Lovely things that wander off and are lost;
Like song or music somewhere that plays,
Moments in time hours that were aside tossed.
Al things are in passing to be there found,
Some are lost forever some go-around.