The Ebb and Flow of Dreams…our movement chosen
Dreams seep into consciousness
from destinations unknown, epiphanies shown,
and they exacerbate thoughts to render movement,
and as the shrewd slayer of tempests
anoints the possibilities,
pursuits are ignited into action.
Dreams, like veils of gossamer silk,
until held of hand and trusted,
are nothing more before investment is made,
to follow steps to rally circumstance to honor,
all that aspirations demand,
all that life asks in plan.
Without dreams, we are frozen,
lost in the cold and motionless stream
of the mundane, the least wanted but required,
and imagination our saving grace,
the pace within which we travail life’s paths,
the chosen directions of the soul, in harvest.
In silence the flow awaits our follow,
the dreams and aspirations we must swallow
in our quest for understanding,
and in that silent place void of light,
we must light our way, with minds committed,
to the pursuit of impossibility.
Then we may see dreams manifest,
impossibility slain and reality
the ever-growing knowing of life’s quest,
our ever-quenched thirst for knowledge
and the mastery of our life path,
in the aftermath of a single dream.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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Very well expressed and penned, Tony. I have always had faith in my dreams, for I know they come from the deepest part of my being. Great work, Tony.
Glad you enjoyed it Phyllis. Take care.
Very expressive poetry. I have always felt that we must believe in our dreams.
Glad you enjoyed it Rasma, cheers!