I have no way to introduce this poem, it stands alone.

Lost

When a dream is lost
the strongest weep
for it is dreams
that keep us alive.
When a dream is lost
all are diminished
and the world
a poorer place.
Dreams build citadels
hopes explore worlds
without them
we'd sleepwalk through life.
When a dream is lost
I tell it true
we lose a jewel
in our mind's eye.