Dreams, those wonderful Things

March 15, 2012

I just want to let go of dreams.

To watch them float away

Like balloons

Released from the tiny hand of endless imagination.

Watch them

Zig and zag

Through the misty night's reveries

And never wonder,


What would happen the next day.

But dreams.

Oh dreams.

They're ours for the making,



From a very young age.

They give us

That shooting star,

That glistens and gleams on silty sand bars

That abide in the corners of our sleep deprived eyes.

Letting go of these strings

Attached to those lofty "unattainable" dreams

Would be to snap

Our thrumming heart strings.

They give us the light

At the end of the tunnel,

they give us the dark

before the bright light of day.

They pull us forward

Filled with our fire,

Fueled by our passion to make something of today.

Because after all

All we have is today.


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