Dream Life

                                                 You try hard to catch your shadow but it moves much too fast. it jumps on the walls and ceilings, begging you to revisit your past. nostalgia is a powerful state and your memories give you flight. you remember the instructions- " second star to the right..." her nothing is lost, you still have every single friend and on the morning horizon, you see your innocence suspend. but oh, remember now you have far different dreams and it's okay for life to not be the same because we're growing  up, it seems. i hope your life is still and adventure- one that's wild and grand. but i think it's time to live it here, i think it's time to leave neverland.

                                       Dreams are the only afterlife we know; the place where the children we were rock in the arms of the children we have become. They are as many as leaves in their migrations, as birds whose deaths we learn of by the single feather left behind: a clue, a particle of sleep caught in the eye. They are as irretrievable as sand when the sea creeps up its long knife glittering in its teeth to claim its patrimony. Sometimes my father in knickers and cap waits on that shore the dream of him a wound not even morning can heal. The dog's legs pump in his sleep; your closed eyelids flicker as the reel unwinds: watcher and watched, archer and bull's eye. Last night I dreamed a lover in my arms and woke innocent. The sky was starry to the very rind, his smile still burning there like the rail of comet that has just blazed by.

                                                       From the moment you were born You were told what to do Be anything you want As long as you're never you They've paved your path And gave you rules Keep on walking straight Because dreaming is for fools You were told of a forbidden land Where dreams go to die They said never to go there You shouldn't even try But those who go there Have seen things far and wide Walked away from their chosen path And became their own guide And if you ever dare Give one of them your time They'll tell you about the dangers And the mountains you will climb But after all the dangers And the hardships are gone You'll find the truth about the path And find that everyone else is wrong There really only is  One path for you  No one else has the same path And you're the only one who can choose

                                   Oh I would live a sweet forever Inside the moments after waking, Where fragments left by dreams Take just a little too long breaking. For I've heard that there are realms Trapped in those seconds in between, Where life is a collision of reality and dream. What a wonder to have nothing More or less than you believe, To live within a world Of what your sleep filled mind conceives. But it breaks a heart to know It lasts no longer than a yawn, For with one rub of tried eyes Into reality I'm drawn.  

                                     i used to believe that decisions were either right or wrong, that we were meant to travel roads where our journey be long. but lately i've been thinking some paths are for short seasons and moving on doesn't mean that we had the wrong reasons. if dreams don't make sense any more, is it wrong to say goodbye? and if lovers end up parting ways, does it mean they were wrong to try? maybe we are too hard on ourselves when we come to a fork in the road. and i think it's time that we stopped carrying our mistakes as a heavy load. you will always wear your decisions, but it is you who chooses how. so wear your past with pride because  it's brought you to where you are now.

                                             i know right now you feel broken like a pile of shattered glass. as though your wishes are all strewn like dandelion seeds in the grass. i know you feel like a snowflake tumbling wildly on its fall. you had hoped for a soft landing but you're still swept up in it all. bur your dreams aren't birthday candles that you have one chance to blow. and failure isn't permanent- it just gives you room to grow. the earth has its tragedies too, but it's still a beautiful place. just look at all the miracles staring you right in the face: broken windows can be repaired. brand new dandelions can sprout. and flames can be reignited even when you blow them out. it's the world's way of telling you you're going to be just fine. all you have to do is give it a bit of time.

  Let's run away together, away from city lights, Where no-one knows our names yet, And we can see the stars at night, We'll camp out on the open, Warming cold skin by the fire, Tell each other hopes and dreams, And all of our desires, We'll own nothing more than we need, Watch sunrise colour the sky, Learn what we're really here for, Away from society's eyes, This journey will be scary, But we'll leave without a plan, And I know it will be alright, As long as you're holding my hand.

                                             What is love? The way the sun sets so that the moon can shine. The sea greeting the shore no matter how many time he is pushed away.  Leaves that blush at the sight of autumn. Dreams that show you the ways out of your maze. Our hearts together so that we may remember the tune. This is how love might feel for most people, but for me, love is simply you.