sparkle like
a star untouched
by humanities smog
in the night sky
shine like
the surface of a lake
bathed in the
light of the moon
reach out
grabbed your dreams
won it all
became the best
fade like
a late night dream
slipping from memory's
outstretched fingers
the taste of victory
the thrill of the win
missed out on now
moved on to
someone else
fight for that dream
fight for that win
want it more
and it will be back
~erika boal