Dichotemy

Another box emptied, another poem found.

In a cool dark night
She bends her head down
Into the breeze.

She sings along and lets
Her mind wander . . .
Wonder about other things
Farther off - but not too
Far beyond.

A star that burns brightly
For her, and only
When she is successful
- but

This is not life. It is
Daily words and smiles,
Songs and birds and
Water fountains.

Dreams are only reality
To a selfish dreamer.
Life is more difficult-
It is sharing the good . . .
And the bad.

And trusting tha the world
Can still be wonderful
Even with this dichotemy.