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She came from a family of wishers…wishers…every one.

They’d wish every chance they had…on anything under the sun.

She remembers the first one she ever made.

She remembers a big cake on a dish.

There were candles burning when her mom and mad said, “Honey, make a wish!”

She remembers walking with her parents in distances short and far

when they would stop look up at the sky…and make a wish upon a star.

They would make wishes as they blew on dandelions 

and their seeds floated up to the sky.

They would make a wish in on open meadow

and whisper that dream to a butterfly.

They would make wishes on a ray of sunlight

or on the glow of the smallest moonbeam

They would wish on flower petals before sending them downstream.

“Why do we make so many wishes?” She once asked,

one day under a sky so blue.

“Because the more wishes and dreams we make.” her parents said.

“Some of them are bound to come true”.

There are so many wonders in our world…they taught her

Births and flowers, stars and trees

animals, rainbows, clouds floating by

a simple summer breeze.

We know these things are real…we see the clouds

we feel the breezes blow

But at the same time when it comes to life

there is much we do not know.

We do not know why there are births, 

Why there are flowers, stars and trees.

Why there are so many different animals.

Why rainbows, clouds and the breeze?

The things we know and don’t know

Stand at two opposite extremes…..

And somewhere in between them, they’d say…

There’s room for our wishes, our hopes and our dreams.

She loved to dream when she was young…

on starlight and moonbeams…

She’d sit alone…let out a sigh…

close her eyes…and dream…

of adventures she’d be taking

on the land…the air…the sea….

of all the places she’d be going…

of the person she would be.

She loved to dream when she grew up

Sometimes she dreamed of fortune, love and fame…

But she’d often catch herself and smile…

for some dreams remained the same…

She’s older now and when she’s asked

Why do you still dream the way you do?

She smiles… “First you have to have the dream.” she says,

“if you ever want them to come true.”

He dreamt about his mom and dad last night…

He was walking with them in the sand

at at time when they were young, and happy…

they were walking hand in hand.

They walked in silence along the beach

and he noticed the symmetry…

how the moments they were together

felt, to him like, poetry.

He didn’t remember much about the dream…

the sequence …hard to compile

but he remembered how they clutched his hand…

and he remembered how they smiled.

“Dad…Mom…what are you smiling about?”

“What are we doing here.” he said.

But before either could answer him…

he woke up in his bed.

He wasn’t particularly close to his parents…

no need to know the reasons why

Suffice it to say although they loved each other…

they didn’t always see eye to eye.

His parents died before they reconciled…

and he made peace with that somehow…

So why after so many dreamless years….

would he dream about them now?

Dreams can be interpreted in many ways.

no rule is hard and fast.

Perhaps he was missing his parents,

or moments from his past.

It could be in his dreams 

he was once again that little lad..

who craved comfort from his mother 

and reassurance from his dad.

Perhaps we’re never meant to understand our dreams…

And no dream is exactly as it seems…

Perhaps we’re meant to have a little mystery in our life

and a little poetry in our dreams.

I love old fences…they remind me of an era…

an age that was simple and slow.

They are rustic, pastoral…picturesque…

and harken to a time long ago.

They span generations…they are a link to our past…

In the present…they can still be our guide…

and when we climb them we gaze into our future…

waiting for us…on the other side.

It’s easy to tell by their crudeness…

They were built with a few tools…all by hand.

You can find them all over the countryside

they add beauty and texture to the land.

They were valuable to the farmers

They controlled livestock while allowing the wind in to air condition the trees.

They were places to sit and talk with your neighbor

to exchange ideas…or just shoot the breeze.

Old fences remind me of dreams that I’ve had.

Dreams built in another time…long gone by…

Perhaps they have weathered a little over the years

But they’re still standing today…as am I.

We need old fences in our life…

as mementos of the dreams we’ve amassed…

to remind us as we look to our future

It’s still wonderful to remember our past…

When I was young my dreams were too…they were simpIe, innocent and free…

and a little egotistical because…they all revolved around me.

I didn’t think about my dreams…the things I wanted…who I would become…

I never asked myself the question: Where do dreams come from?

You see I dreamt from a comfortable bed…in a cozy house…with a happy family.

I never dreamed there could be people who had different dreams than me.

I use dreamed of getting ice cream from every store along my street…

I never dreamed there were other children who had no food to eat.

I used to dream of getting new clothes…the latest fashions anywhere.

I never dreamed there were other children who had no clothes to wear.

I use to dream of a bigger house. I thought ours was much too small.

I never dreamed there were other children who had no house at all.

My dreams were filled with joy and laughter…and moments in the sun.

I never dreamed, the dreams I dreamed…weren’t dreamt by everyone!

My dreams have changed over the years…that should come as no surprise…

for as we grow a little every day…we see the world through different eyes.

Now…I dream of a world at peace…where love and kindness shine…

Where every child born today…can have dreams similar to mine.

Falling asleep is terribly dreadful,

Cause you might not wake up from your dreams

When you fade into the deeper mind within yourself,

You find things that are meant to stay hidden

Deep associations of your past experiences,

Give way to unending imaginations that's ultimately there

The deeper you sleep the harder to face reality,

Whether if its a pleasant one or a nightmare

You will end up in a endless cycle,

Whether violent or happy

You will fall into a great abyss of excitement or face death,

For a dream is in our subconscious mind that is very real

A dream cannot be seen, but at the same time can be remembered,

For if you stay within your dream to long an endless cycle will befall you

3/26/2014

I dream as I was going to heaven
I dream of something sweet
I dream of dreams
I dream of waterfalls
I dream of sleep.

When I sleep, I lay,
When I sleep, I dream,
When I sleep, I think,
When I sleep, I wonder.

I wonder of adventures,
I wonder of dreams,
I wonder of the future,
I wonder of life.

I live to live,
I live to think,
I live to wonder,
I live to sleep,
I live to dream.

I dream to live,
I dream to think,
I dream to love,
But at the end, I dream to sleep.