MAYBE ONE DAY by John W Townsend.

I sat on the edge
of a dream
believed it was real
until a crack of thunder
a bolt of lightening
reduced my dream
to nothing,
it never returned
though I waited and waited
sat on that edge
foolishly contemplating.
Dreams are dreams
meanderings of so many things
sometimes they are
sometimes so far
yet even if they vanish
believe they will return
one day
who can say
maybe one day.