Dreaming

So many dreams I have had
so many will-o-the-wisps
fog in the marsh,
clouds in the canyons.

Love, happiness, children, adventure
some dreams come true in time
but you’re no longer the dreamer
each dream ends with awakening.

I dreamed of travel to new places
and found myself in each new land
much I thought I’d be changed
yet subtly I was without even seeing.

I dreamed of falling deeply in love
devoting my life to The One
who’d capture my heart -
make me want to be by her always.

I dreamed of children to raise
without the mistakes of my parents
who would be safe and openhearted
and look always to me for guidance.

I dreamed of growing wise and old
with deeper understanding of my self
and of the cosmos - fit the pieces
like the puzzles I loved dearly.

Who would not dream of these
such are the stuff that dreams
are always made of - to be the
hero in your own life - for real.

Yet the dreamer can never be
the person who fulfils the dream
for in doing so you awaken,
must accept let-down reality.

Nothing lasts for long
all is caprice and whirled away
like straw in a dust-devil
minute nothings without a trace.

Lest we succumb to nihilism
let us recall the instant
each dream began
the magic
hope.

So
if I wish
for anything
it would be to never
stop dreaming forever more.

LMC 12 August 2025