They whispered promises in the wind,
And I tried to hold them tight.
Dreams shimmer and then vanish,
Like stars fading out of sight.
What was clear became distant,
What was alive slipped away.
Dust of dreams in my hands,
Drifting once again.
Dust of dreams,
Carried by time.
Fragments of light,
Scattered by the wind.
Dust of dreams,
Still living inside me.
Even in ashes, they still shine,
In silence, they still guide me.
