Dreams’ Reality

How arrives such moments?
Those glimpses,
When consciousness first realizes
Amidst the elusive dreams of a child
That place of castles and warriors
Princesses and silken hair
Is always subjected to a blank slate
On awakening.

As adults…

Dreams seem accessible.
We rush to write them down,
Speak them on the couch,
Beg reflection to arouse
Imagination’s past
Into future’s truth.

Might there be a place
Where swollen heat
Moistens into Nature’s tears,
Encouraging heart’s visualization
To irrigate arid stagnation
From the mind?

Why do many,
Far too many,
Condemn wraithlike epiphanies
As wasted Time?

How sad
Such shunning
Of this gracious invitation,
Left to only grieve those
Ignoring such long ago
Childhood dreams,
Knows not
Time’s wistful desire
Is to revisit
Its most intimate past

Strange

Some never learn
How to actualize dreams
While others know well
 How to dismiss them

For like Pinocchio,

Might dreams desire to be real too?