A Dream to Remember

Like the flower in the garden next door

Smiling to a bird, wishing to fly along.

 

Like a little bee so scared:

First time it goes for food out there.

 

Big does the world seem today

But I know it’s too small for my dreams.

 

I know to get to where I belong

I will need to cross a thousand worlds. 

 

Deep down, I know it for sure;

The clouds will show me the road.

 

I can reach the kingdom of snow

If I let my heart sing along. 

 

I will say my prayer tonight,

And fall asleep like a princess:

I will know that tomorrow is near 

Not yet yesterday, there’s nothing to fear.

 

I will be what my mind says,

My heart will never give away,

The laughter I had as a child.

 

I will not forget 

The reasons behind 

Every dream that came to life. 

 

Unplayed Melodies

The recitation of the poem.

A sad song written with tears;

I could not hear the lyrics,

Yet something inside me moved.

It played the whole eve

Endless as heartache.

So many things could cause that:

Some pieces of broken glass might have.

I could hear the pain

Softly played on a violin.

As the room span, so did I;

As the words were buried, so was  I.

I could hear what the instrument didn’t play,

What the heart truly wanted to say.

Unspoken melodies always win

The hearts of those willing to listen.

I closed my ears; I shut my eyes;

I placed my hands somewhere far;

I held my breath and closed my mouth

I then, truthfully, opened my heart.

Five senses they were,

I used the sixth instead.

I knew, then, what it meant to be alive.

To just live.

The Bravado of the Fearless

A drop of rain stung me:

I did not bleed yet my soul did.

I walked blindly,

I missed the signs of it.

 

A heavy weight ached my back

Although air was all there was.

I wondered what had happened,

Nothing came to my mind.

 

I walked for a thousand miles more,

I heard what was left untold:

Silence.

I could not turn my face; I was stuck in no place.

 

Where I marched was so dry:

A cloud above me cleared my way

Protecting me from the rain;

 

I wondered where that drop escaped from.

 

I saw deserted spirits on both sides,

I could not tell what they were looking at:

Me? Or the path I was still to take;

Me? Or the cloud above my head.

 

I walked and marched and ran,

I could see trees moving around.

I fell, I groped, I blanked,

The drop was now on my hand.

 

So thirsty for water,

So in need for power,

I could not, however,

let it take control.

 

I wiped my eyes and closed them tight;

Swore to my heart, “It won’t rain tonight.”

I thought I was strong and walked for a thousand miles more:

I got to an end, but not my end; not the one I had in mind.

 

I thought I was strong and crawled for a mile more,

I discovered, then: I lied.

It rained like it had never done before:

I cried and cried until I could cry no more.