‘What is life if not for dreams?’
I asked myself today, and
Did I sit and did I think
To ponder on this phrase.
It seems so true that all our lives
Are dreams instead of solid real,
That every step and breath we take
Are the yearnings of one’s heart;
A one we know as we know ourselves
Or a someone secret to be found.
If you find you’ve found your dream
Then hold them close tonight
Tell them you love them, miss them too,
Even when they’re in your sight.
For we all find our happy when
We reach out for our dreams
To find that they now reach for you
To never let you go.
So I type this as I wonder now
And close my eyes and dream of you
And wonder not if you dream of me
But of who dreamed me into life.
© Kris Blackburn 25/01/2016