End of a Dream, Beginning of Another

Many moons ago,
is how it seems.
Many moons ago,
I lived my dreams.

The lights and stage,
all were there.
The days before,
I could hardly bare.

My heart was aloft,
those few days.
My spirit soaring,
in so many ways.

But, when all of it was done,
it seemed that clouds had blocked out the sun.

For the warmth was gone,
and the blissfullness too.
The world went dark,
and I didn't know what to do.

Here I am,
this very day.
I stand here,
and still feel the same way.

But I can muster through,
put a smile on my face.
As long as my heart,
is in the right place.

My soul can lift off,
and begin a new creation.
I can start any dream,
with my Imagination