"Wishes and Dreams"

You tickle the mind,
A whispered Dream.
A flight of Fancy,
A wisp of steam.
Ideals collected.
What should be?
A faded Vision,
One can't see.
At oblivion's vanguard,
Floats a Barge.
On Moon-lit clouds,
Undulates, bobs a Mirage.
Piled high to Sky,
O'er it's sides spilled.
Our Wishes and Dreams,
All never fulfilled.