Dreams Are Made of This

We dance we sing, we talk, we listen, we ping. Dreams are made of this. We walk, we eat, we laugh we cry, we console, we listen, no wonders why. We are magical, we are light, dreams of holding hands by the rivers moonlight. Dreams are made of this. Together we are hand in hand, two against the world, you my women me your man. Dreams are made of this. We say things to the soul that hurt, we batter and bruise, we fight, we ignore, we cause fear we are sore. Dreams are made of this. Through indifference, through pain, through rain storms, through the insane, through the mystery of me the storm always ends, two hands touch, a remembrance to commitment a remembrance to love. Dreams are made of this. Without some struggle without some fight, without some tragedy without some flight, without some crazy, without some fear, then and only will love then be secured. Love is not solely achieved on perfection without pain love then has no meaning it must contain rain. Dreams are made of this. Do not solely blame yourself nor solely blame others for the tragedy of love lost, you are human there is always a cost. Love In all of its fragility, love can be weak, unfulfilling, flightless, distant hope, and meek. Dreams are made of this. Then that is not love, that is not real, that is not what you seek for only when love becomes forgiveness, love is not lost it becomes your strength your destiny your boss. Dreams are made of this….Poetry by Dean