The earth spun seventy times faster when it first came to me
A lucid imagining, a beautiful beginning
The gracious foreshadowing of lives aplenty bestowed
A handshake with a reality in creation
Our greatest human invention, a dream
A second gulp of this sweet mead
Loosened the lips of my heart to heed
That I may compose the loveliest melody of hope today
That may or may not morph into the loathsome threnody of mope someday
Never mind that; just plant the seed
At least for now, I am with unbridled joy
One which surrounds and follows me on this discovery
At least for now, I am shepherding gently
The notes of that which I desperately desire most
Carefully unto the pages to Dream’s sheepcotes
Even now, I ferry this ship of controlled chaos on the tides of uncertainty
With the shoreline of what needs to be done in sight as a lighthouse
And what life awaits, a place to moor on its coast
Ahoy!
It is a shared greeting of unique futures untold
Like the familiar encircling of wintry cold
Felt only by the brave and the bold
Spoken loudly by those who are betrothed
To love dutifully, unhindered and unburdened by any load
A language with different intonations
Bound to us as is to the skin of Nubian princesses, kisses of gold
Another swipe of it lends truth to a path
It can be the orange ball of fire floating merrily in the aether of the cerulean sky
That directs light unto the road of redemption
Leading the foray against the darkness of persecution in its noxious sty
It is the warmth felt in the appendages of our hands
Burning as the lasting fires in Centralia
A fuel of Acacia wood for the fireplace of our will
To keep fresh the perfect blueprint for life hereafter this moment
Hereafter whatever straits that demand change
It reminds us
We are indeed sons and daughters of the True One
It reminds us
We are capable architects of wonder
Oh! We were invincible when we conceived it
This foetus of hope, a fashioned homunculus of power
The creative spark that sets the wheel of life in motion
And offers its momentum to keep it spinning
The key holder to freedom
One that gives another chance to erase past transgressions
A harbinger of great exoduses from cursed circumstances
This whole experience is a miracle of our making
When we dream
When the fragmented thoughts of life’s hopelessness
Whisked us into the void of depression
I become the anchor that grounds even in this bottomless harness
You also embody the tethering force beating the winds of sorrow into submission
Together, we thread the needle of restoration
Sewing back together a patchwork of sanity and focus
When we dream
As the moonlight baths us in its borrowed glory
An admixture of emotions festers
A feast of regrets and disappointment pesters
We are still the same in the face of detraction, her powerful jesters
As she sorely calls us
Because we are immune to her wiles
The ones she showcases as sedating siestas
If she was unaware, now she knows
We dream even with our eyes wide open
When all is said, ensure you keep this
Dream with reckless abandon
Mock Morpheus’ mediocrity
Drench your eyelids in the ink of possibilities
Dream because you will it
Dream because it is yours
Grey
Curator of moments, collector of whispers