Giving Life To Dashed Dreams

My past was spent in self-greed, keeping all the joys to myself; many loving hands reached out and touched me, not to let me delve into loneliness: did I hear all that I needed to hear then, without putting on a selfish and dissident face? All I have left is this inconceivable and fragile wish of giving life to dashed dreams: as if they were unfolding right now, so I can choose to live them out: before they turn mischievous and vanish... to find another dreamer, who can give them wings! Dreams, how could have I rejected the glamour you promised, when your were shining more than a thousands suns? My interest turned elsewhere, being afraid of loving someone... willing to give everything and feel nothing inside; and was it a false notion I clung to and foolishly incurrred another loss? Dreams, wait until you become a permanent part of my consciousness! Come friends, and share with me the frenetic pleasures of living, forget how you were ignored, I apologize for my negligence; come friends, and let's make up for lost time without resentment... if I am to blame, don't let it reflect on your bewildered faces! Another favor I ask of you: don't remember the uncanny and cheerless appearance of what I was yesterday, take a better look at me today and show me your understanding! Gather here and celebrate life as in mirthful youth, drinking freshly-brewed coffee by the warmest log's fire, as those cowboys unafraid of the suspenseful wild; laugh, chat and tell jokes until our noses start snoring.... Now all Nature is a sea of tranquility and I am at peace, restoring belief and giving life to dashed dreams! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci