Come tomorrow...

All our lives, we journey from one dream to another, trying to grasp the ones that captivate us the most. Yet, tragically, these dreams are as fleeting as dry sand slipping through our fingers, no matter how tightly we hold on. Sometimes, I fear that you may turn out to be one such cherished dream in my life.

Suddenly, the river swept round a bend, and the banks rose upon either side, and the light was hidden. To that fair land he never came again. The travellers now turned their faces to the journey; the sun was before them, and their eyes were dazzled, for all were filled with tears. Torment in the dark was the danger that he feared, and it did not hold him back. But he would not have come, had he known the danger of light and joy. Now he has taken my worst wound in this parting, for such is the way of it: to find and lose, as it seems to those whose boat is on the running stream.