meaning

I reach halfheartedly for a dream
 
As wispy as a ghost and it seems
 
like a cloud, not that it falls through my fingers
 
Not as real as the pain in my heart, how it lingers
 
Just that it seems so real in my mind
 
So real it would not take even half effort to find
 
Open hands I think I can grasp it
 
Nothing to grab, just a need out of habit
 
If you had understood what I can't seem to speak
 
Then all words that e’er I wrote, you would never have read
 
No there would be no reason, no need
 
And the words I wrote over and over would be the bad dream
 
and love would be the real, be true and be the meaning