An After thought

Of all the dreams I saw, the ones that I loved the most were not mine. Like the moon that eclipsed the sun, my dreams were transcended by fear. The dreams in the mystic hours of night became fables as a new kind grew in me like a mutant. I was like a fish which gave up it's fins to walk the land.
Do I dream now? Yes, I do!
Do I long to cross the Pacific blue?
Well! I grieve as I take every stride.
Dreams too have a soul, unheard and unattended yet fights with fate like us, even as a fish out of water!