His dream must have seemed so close: a haiku (and a prose)

another shore day

No green light tonight*

she and hers have gone too far

leaving him behind ~~~~~~~~~

“His dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby. A dream is a dangerous thing, the traveler knows. Real and yet not really real. Close and yet not that close. Like the distance between two shores. An unedited picture brings out the perspectives. The minuscule dots happen to be the humans. However real an ideal (or a dream) may be it is still not real and like the distance of vastness the sands get in between. Sands do not go with the tides. They are merely hidden under the water. Where can sands go anyway? They drift on the surface of the crust of the earth globe. Shifting from spot to spot. The traveler knows this. And Gatsby didn’t. On the other hand, a good constant man/woman is hard to find not just in Gatsby’s days. Like the rare species going extinct on earth. How the vast sandy shore has revealed. Where have all the creatures gone?

A wonderful nostalgic song from yesteryears (Note: stars do not keep burning constantly. They die too.)

Cliff Richard – Constantly Lyrics

All day I’m walking in a dream
I think about you constantly
Just like an ever flowing stream
Your memory haunts me constantlyShadows fall and I try to drive you from my mind
So you’re no longer near to me
But my heart sees you there with me
Every sunset you share with me

The rain that patters through the trees reminds
Me of you constantly
Your name is whispered by the breeze and love birds
Bring your song to me

Just as sure as the stars keep burning
In the sky your love will stay a flame in me
A flame that burns so bright
Not only through the night
But constantly

Just as sure as each star keeps burning
In the sky your love will stay a flame in me
A flame that burns so bright
Not only through the night
But constantly

Though we may be far apart
You’re constantly deep in my heart

Songwriters: ORIGINAL LYRICS BY, V. D’ACQUISTO MUSIC BY S. SERACINI
*“If it wasn’t for the mist we could see your home across the bay,” said Gatsby. “You always have a green light that burns at the end of your dock.” (― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby)
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