Despite wings and feathers,
Not all birds can fly.
And even in Springtime,
Warm breezes will sigh.
In our dreams, we can all
Swoop and soar way up high.
In our dreams, we can all
Tell the sweetest of lies.

But soon we will find
Our feet flat on the ground, and
A moment of insight
Can feel quite profound.
It’s then that we face
A most critical choice:
Return to our dreams
Or, in real life, rejoice.

Stephen Tomkins
21 June 2024
Hong Kong