------ 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 perhaps be



the essence of life