When there are no longer dreams....
Posted: February 20th, 2011, 1:50 pm
When there are
no longer dreams to be dreamed,
we fall into an abyss, and seem
to disappear right out of sight,
daylight enveloped by the night!
We walk our dreams from dawn 'til dusk,
the lust of life intriguing us,
and when there are
no dreams of stars,
we lose our constellations, far
into the sky we cannot see,
a blanket, insecurity!
No star in North to follow me,
or you or her or them or he!
When darkness stares a vacant stare,
we cannot dream, we cannot dare,
and lord knows this is so unfair!
So dream, we must, but just as much
we'll make them pleasant, no nightmares
and spare our souls of grief which steals
us from the peace we surely seek,
our senses all awakened, piqued,
by dreams we must pursue to heal
each pain we suffer, all we feel!
Together as a human race,
our dreams we dream, collaborate,
and so within our dreamlike worlds
we find inside the clams, a pearl,
and treasure it, since it's a gift,
since dreams and love are like the sift
of sands between our hands at shores....
we pick them up, and then they fall
from palms we've cupped to hold them all,
but when they do there's always more
and this is what our living's for.
.
.
dp.2.19.2011
no longer dreams to be dreamed,
we fall into an abyss, and seem
to disappear right out of sight,
daylight enveloped by the night!
We walk our dreams from dawn 'til dusk,
the lust of life intriguing us,
and when there are
no dreams of stars,
we lose our constellations, far
into the sky we cannot see,
a blanket, insecurity!
No star in North to follow me,
or you or her or them or he!
When darkness stares a vacant stare,
we cannot dream, we cannot dare,
and lord knows this is so unfair!
So dream, we must, but just as much
we'll make them pleasant, no nightmares
and spare our souls of grief which steals
us from the peace we surely seek,
our senses all awakened, piqued,
by dreams we must pursue to heal
each pain we suffer, all we feel!
Together as a human race,
our dreams we dream, collaborate,
and so within our dreamlike worlds
we find inside the clams, a pearl,
and treasure it, since it's a gift,
since dreams and love are like the sift
of sands between our hands at shores....
we pick them up, and then they fall
from palms we've cupped to hold them all,
but when they do there's always more
and this is what our living's for.
.
.
dp.2.19.2011