A dream is a living thing.
Until you fall asleep.
they are just potential floating
on brain waves across eyelid seas,
but once tiredness swims in
and drifts you somewhere else entirely
the world changes.
It fades away
like a shimmery picture
reflecting upon the waters,
a pebble of thought drops
breaking the seal
allowing rippled images
to merge freely
with the feint memory
of reality.
Those images can be as lifelike
as taking a walk amongst
the countryside wildlife,
or they can be as abstract
as wildfire flames dancing high.
The dream is a living world,
where the lady of the lake
hands you the sword of possibility,
the words that sing of eternity.
Where travel to the stars
is just a blink and a heartbeat away,
where mythical dragons swoop
through the air
in a fantasy display.
Dreams can be
a mundane
monday morning
commute where events
take a different route.
They can show you truth
and they can sense
what you wish to be true.
Taking the photograph
etched in your memory,
and building a world
where that photo
is walking beside you.
A dream within a dream,
a memory sown
on tear-stained pillow.
A seed beside a stream
can grow
into anything
you wish it to be,
or what your mind says
you need to feed your soul.
A fruitful tree
fulfilling endless possibility,
showing solutions
to life's complexities.
A dream can be
lived wide awake,
when every step we take
is in time with the heartbeat
of the world at our feet.
A world guiding you,
holding your hand,
showing futures
that can come true
If you truly believe,
like those dreams
of me and you.
Thanks for reading
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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