The future of the past

As the clouds below formed into
a painting,
I reclined my seat and closed
my eyes
for yet another few
hours of trance,
trying to build reality
from my dreams.

Such sojourns for me
always brings up the future
which I haven't yet seen
and with it,
you, of course
whom I lever left in my past.

This is how the future
is always full of
fairy tale finish with you
and the past?

I have never been there.