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BUTTERFLY DREAMS

It’s funny how our dreams change as we grow older…

For instance…as a little girl or guy we sometimes dream what it’d be like

to be a butterfly.

 

In our early stage of metamorphosis it’s hard for us to see

the who we will become…the kind of butterfly we’ll be.

 

But when we watch a caterpillar enter its chrysalis

and emerge a butterfly….

We begin to question the world around us

we ask Who, What, Where and Why…

 

And when we begin to realize this world around us

is not always as it seems…

we begin to wonder…and…we begin to dream.

 

What if we could change completely when the winter turned to spring?

What if we were colorful?

What if we had wings?

 

What if with a mere flap of our wings we could fly from flower to flower with ease?

What if when we spread them wide…we could float upon the breeze?

 

Dreams like these are fun when we are young

but along the way our life gets realigned

and as we navigate our different paths we leave our butterfly dreams behind.

 

Then something wonderful happens when we reach a certain age…

around the time our metamorphosis nears it’s final stage.

 

We begin to slow down a little. 

We find enjoyment in every moonlit night, 

in every new sunrise

and we remember a time when we were caterpillars

dreaming of butterflies.


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JUST A DREAM AWAY

When his dream was shattered

he couldn’t understand how his life…once filled with comedy

Had changed course overnight and become a tragedy

 

So he traveled to the wise one and asked her,

when it comes to dreams…what wisdom could she impart….

“Your dreams,” she said with a smile, “are a blending of your mind…

your soul…

your heart.”

 

“There are three things to remember about dreams that apply to everyone…

even you.

The first is you must have a dream if that dream is ever to come true.

 

The second, when it comes to dreaming, is this reality

No dream, no matter how magnificent…comes with a guarantee.

 

The third thing you need to remember in this life as you wander through 

is to never stop your dreaming because your last dream didn’t come true.

 

For it would truly be a tragedy if for the rest of your nights and days

 

you never knew true happiness was just a dream away.



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MONSTERS BENEATH HIS BED

“Daddy!” the young boy screamed one night, 

his voice was filled with dread

When his dad arrived his son cried out,

“There’s a monster beneath my bed!”

 

His father touched his son’s cheek and smiled, 

“Let me have a look.” he said 

Then clutching his son’s hand 

he peered beneath his bed.

 

“Be careful Daddy! Be careful.” was all his son could say.

“I think we scared him off.” Dad said, “Looks like he’s run away.”

 

‘“You see monsters are good as scaring but it’s courage that they lack.

I have just the thing you need to insure that monster won’t come back.”

 

It guarantees there will never again be a monster beneath your bed.

Then he put something in his son’s hands…”It’s a dreamcatcher.” He said

 

This will only let your good dreams in…it filters out the bad.

It will scare off any future monsters…no matter how big or ugly…or mad.

 

And from that day forward throughout the years

the dreamcatcher worked just like his dad said

and never again did he awaken to find 

any monsters beneath his bed.

 

And many a morning we would awake and wonder…

since he only had good dreams…never bad.

if the magic was in his dreamcatcher…

 

or the magic was in his dad.


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A LONG LINE OF DREAMALISTS

My mom loved to mix her imagination with reality

which meant her stories had a few twists 

I called her world Dreamality…making her a dreamalist.

 

I remember one night when I was young 

We were sitting outside…just her…and me

“Close your eyes.” She said, “and when you open them 

your star will be the first one that you see."

 

“That star was created when you were born…

when you became my son

It was placed up in the heavens to announce 

a new life has begun.”

 

“See how it is beating…it matches the beating of your heart…

Those stars beating brightest are the new ones

while those whose beats are fading are preparing to depart.

 

“Your star remains aglow until the day you die.” She said.

“for our stars are nothing if not precise

at which point it will swoop down and carry your soul to paradise?”

 

I imagine Mom was wise enough to understand the science of light diffusion

how the brightness and the beating of the stars is just an optical illusion…

 

I imagine she understood how meteoroids 

are just burning bits of dust and rock…quite small 

And, scientifically speaking, are not shooting stars at all.

 

But that did not deter her from believing her story in totality

(now you begin to understand my mom’s world of Dreamality).

 

Mom’s star burned out years ago and, yes, I consider it quite nice

to think it swooped down from above and carried her soul to paradise.

 

Many nights I still greet my star…

it’s something I can’t resist.

I regard it as a gift...given to me long ago, 

 

by my Mom, the dreamalist.


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SHE GREW UP

Her parents use to read her Fairy Tales

she remember their voices…

their joy…

their laughter

which is why, she imagines, she grew up

believing in happily ever after.

 

She believes in bears that talk…

in trees that dance…

in wizards who can fly...

She believes a kiss can turn a frog into a prince

She believes in castles in the sky…

 

She believes in dragons who breathe fire…

She believes some mice may be blind

She believes witches can be beautiful 

and ogres can be kind

 

And today, now that she is old 

every night when she closes her eyes in bed

she still believe in magic lamps…

in beanstalks

and houses made of gingerbread.

 

And when she opens her eyes every morning

she smiles wondering how her parents knew…

how happily ever after her life would turn out

 

how Fairy Tales do come true.


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HE HAD THIS DREAM

Growing up he had this dream…to be a millionaire…

He’d live in a beautiful house, 

drive a fancy car 

and have wealth beyond compare.

 

He’d skate through a life of happiness, never wear a frown

There’d be no reason to be sad…for he’d be the richest man in town.

 

Then he grew up, got married…suddenly…lo and behold

with a family that was growing he put his initial dream on hold.

 

With these new responsibilities came some apprehension and some doubt

Now a healthy, happy family was all he dreamed about.

 

Then something wonderful happened…for as his family grew

he looked around and realized…his simple dream came true.

 

He looked around and realized…he was a millionaire

He had friends, a beautiful family and and love beyond compare.

 

And today he skates through a life of happiness…

he never wears a frown

after all has no reason to be sad…

 

for he’s the richest man in town.


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7. Dreams

Folder: 
Black Shades

My heart burns with the appetite

to unravle my dreams

and allow them to devour me.

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10.28.18

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A LITTLE PURPLE FLOWER

They were on the edge of hopelessness…their dream…not going as they planned

until they happened on a little purple flower growing in the sand…

 

And they began to hope again…believing their dream…within their reach

 

when they saw a little purple flower growing on the beach.


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FLYING DOLPHINS

 

The pier was crowded with people…the water shimmered like glass

When a family of dolphins caught everyone’s eyes as they came swimming by en masse.

 

We watched one dolphin jump…I’ve never seen one jump so high…

when a little boy sitting next to us said, “Look, Mommy…did you see that dolphin fly?”

 

“Did you see him, Mommy? Did you see him jump? Dod ups see him touch the sky?”

“I knew dolphins could swim.” He yelled….”But I never dreamed that they could fly!”

 

His mom smiled at his innocence…and a tear fell from her eye.

“How lucky we were to be here, she said…when that dolphin chose to fly.”

 

“You see it doesn’t happen often…we’re not sure the reason why… 

but not many people ever get the chance…to see a dolphin fly.”

 

“I wonder if it’s a sign,” his mom said…”perhaps the dolphin is telling you

not to give up hope…that your dream may still come true.”

 

That some day people will see you jump…they will see you touch the sky…

and another boy will yell out, “Mommy, did you see that little boy fly?”

 

The boy nodded his head an smiled…a smile that filled the air…

 

As they turned to walk away together…as Mom pushed his wheel chair.


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