Dreams

Dreams are fly away things,

they are mystic beings

that blow in the wind like leaves.

You can see them there,

made with love and care

but are bruised and uneven.

They are old dreams.

Dreams that will never come alive,

but you love and believe in none the less.

How to nurture a dream is up to you.

You can feed it with sunlight and rain,

or tears of sorrow and unmade parts.

They can split and crack but they are still there.

They can change and evolve into something new and grand,

while the old dreams turn to wishes

and wishes turn to nothing.

Dreams are fly away things

that change and grow with the tides

and the changes in the skies.

They grow stronger and healthier and stay with you.

But sometimes dreams turn to wishes,

and wishes turn to nothing.