Memories of dreams lived long ago
Have a tendency to speak, to live, to follow,
All the days of our future,
All the nights and in-betweens.
Memories can keep us.
Or they can be kept.
Tall tales, like ships, have a way of sailing round about the world,
But what of us, of them, is true?
What of our wishes and dreams are exact and new?
There is a sound in the distance that directs them home.
Or they can be direct, themselves.
And forceful. Loud and clear.
There might be a whisper of a word here or there,
Something so small and paper thin that we hold onto
Even if we don’t know it yet,
So that it doesn’t break free and float away,
Up and above and beyond, gone gone gone
The small glimmer of a chance we haven’t taken,
Awaits that moment when we are finally ready, finally free of our
Own inhibitions, trailing and pulling away from the what ifs
That chance that lies ahead, patiently searching the horizon
For the bob of our heads over that rim of land, denoting our arrival,
And before we are ever completely aware,
What once was a journey begun so long ago has become the bright adventure that we call life, that we know as the right-now,
as the here and now and take it all, no hesitation, and no second chances
What would you do?
Would you walk with your head held high, with your eyes straight ahead, and your hands free now, having left all your old world behind?
Would you take the chance to continue that first step?
Would you let the fire in your soul burn out?
Or would you feed it with all the vigour of life you have come to appreciate?
As old worlds collapse and new worlds are constructed, would you set your front door east or west? To welcome the day, or to wish it a peaceful reprieve?
There is only so much hope we can harbour, only so much we know how to hold
Fires are lit, and bright, but dim and die. From the ashes, dreams can rest in peace, or be reborn and breathe again. It all depends on you.
Would you sculpt a new flame from the ashes? Would you fuel the fire, the delight, from the sparks within your very own, experienced soul? The embers that glow warm with each passing year, each cycle of seasons.
How many sparks have you danced away, genuine and carefree?
Do you let your life glow?
Or burn fierce in the face of the world?
Will you feed the next life?
Does it take a stand and hold fast? Or willow around in the breeze? Will you let it stay that way?
May the future hold bright for you, for all of us, for all the small minds and the big ones,
For all the fame and solitude,
In memoriam, and in repose,
For all the soon to-be’s
Somewhere, beyond all make believe, beyond the hopes and dreams, beyond the trees, the horizons, and all sight,
There is a light.
There is a future.
Darkness falls away….
Into the light, you embrace life