Dreams

Without our dreams to guide us, mankind would have extinguished the fire of life before it could start. Without dreams of the future, no future can exist. A rose is just a seasonal flower with thorns on the stem, without the romance born in the dreams and imaginations of millions. All around us the dreams of those who came before project themselves onto our world. Every technological advancement in the products we use daily to communicate, every billboard and book, every child and the stuffed animals they cling to them for comfort, is the end result of what started as a dream. Dreams are the insight that allows us to see the world not only as it is, but as it could be. Without our dreams of romance and love, the world would be a machine running until theres no more gas. Our dreams become something more than ourselves and paint our world in our heart, minds, and eyes. Whether our dreams live on in our loved ones and their memories, our art or influence, or even a beautiful garden; Our Dreams are what make us Real.

She

Shes a flower with a stoma of sun and petals or stars shining.
Shes fire on the horizon of a blackening night.
As the tide ebbs and the moon recedes beneath a blanket of clouds,
I see her dancing among the shells scattered down the coast to warmer lands.
Where two souls laid hollow,
She stitches and sews hearts of sorrow until only love shows.
I will be the moon to her sun.
And when we align the world will explode into light and lay silent in awe.