------ The Essential Dream------


 

what is it with dreams anyway

evanescent wisps of imagination

sometimes cemented by ones mind

into substance and true believability

appearing on golden horizons too distant

 to perceive the danger

surrounding such lofty pinnacles

despite the risk

dreams always seem to lead

creating promise and purpose

 

yet, when dreams are forsaken

 is it sanity or weakness

which allows reality to intrude

 dissolving castles to sand

destroying hope and possibility

abandoning the sunrise of a thousand tomorrows 

 

In spite of circumstance

a true dreamer cannot extinguish

some small candle burning in their heart

finding the fabric of dreams

interred within the marrow of their bones

inseparable for eternity

 

dreams are an awesome power

and perhaps possess

the actual ownership of life indeed

for it  is possible,

humanity is a mere shell to carry that force

for without dreams, 

time is without meaning

life is not living, only an existence

could dreams be

The essence of life

 

                                            R. Wayne Porter                11/1/2000

              


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