She gave a face to my dream
And when we broke I was empty
It was a dream that would not die until I found a new dream
And so I had leave
And now I dream every time I open my eyes
For what is a dream if not an adventure
An adventure too beautiful and too amazing to believe possible
And so I breathe easy with a new dream every morning
And blissful silence every night.
I started this poem 11 months ago and never knew how to finish it. It has floated on a scrap post-it note ever since, amazingly never being lost. When it fell out of my notebook a few days ago, I suddenly knew how to finish it. It represents the role that dreams have played in my life and how these have propelled me upwards to ever higher plateaus of love, life and inner peace; because none of these things can be attained without the courage to take on the adventure each represents. And each is indeed its own adventure and a fulfillment of a different dream And those adventures, those dreams, are what gives life meaning.
And when we broke I was empty
It was a dream that would not die until I found a new dream
And so I had leave
And now I dream every time I open my eyes
For what is a dream if not an adventure
An adventure too beautiful and too amazing to believe possible
And so I breathe easy with a new dream every morning
And blissful silence every night.
I started this poem 11 months ago and never knew how to finish it. It has floated on a scrap post-it note ever since, amazingly never being lost. When it fell out of my notebook a few days ago, I suddenly knew how to finish it. It represents the role that dreams have played in my life and how these have propelled me upwards to ever higher plateaus of love, life and inner peace; because none of these things can be attained without the courage to take on the adventure each represents. And each is indeed its own adventure and a fulfillment of a different dream And those adventures, those dreams, are what gives life meaning.
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