Life has a funny way of getting in the way sometimes. It really does affect our dreams and the things we want to do. Sometimes dreams don’t always work out, or sometimes they work out but not quite how you expected.
I feel some days I look at my word prompts and I’m lost at what to write for them. And then other days the words burst on the page in quick momentum.
The prompt I used for this poem was actually ‘earth’, yet I suppose I ended up writing about stars and dreams and how sometimes we yearn for more, even if we’re stuck on the ground.
I think the take-away from this is – don’t stop dreaming. Yes, some dreams don’t ever come true entirely – life really does get in the way sometimes. But maybe that’s because a dream has to wait, wait for the right time, the right moment, the right person. It could be you, making the dream possible, but you have to be in the right state of mind to make it happen, you have to have the right ingredients to create something.
It could happen in your lifetime, or a dream could happen much, much later. Sometimes decades down the line, or even centuries. I suppose it depends on how big you dream, and the journey you take to get there.
Here’s to dreams. I hope you enjoy the poem.
I get lost in the stars sometimes
Drawn in by the movement of the galaxies,
The planets, the great gas giants,
The blazing hot suns and white dwarfs
I look up at the sky and imagine worlds
Places that I could never see or touch
But perhaps I could imagine better
A life unburdened by hatred and fear
But dreaming can only take you so far
And sometimes we have to leave dreams
Let them fade into the ether, the stars themselves
Take them back like whispered songs
Hopes and wonders unknown and wraithlike
Because some dreams cannot exist
But that isn’t a bad thing, no
It’s like when you wake from sleep
And you see the dreaming there,
The wonders you imagined in the night
But the wonders can’t exist on earth
Not yet, not yet, the stars whisper
One day, some dreams will become
Some dreams will rise and live like stars
Blazing bright in the firelight and drawing
Human moths to the endless flame
But time has a hand in all things
And these feet on the ground
This gravity, this earth under our toes
Takes the slower path, let’s us learn
Sometimes dreams can’t happen
Not the way we think they should
Sometimes dreams are waiting
For the right heart to wake them up
The stars are whispering to the dark
It’s almost time, almost time
For the dreamer to wake from sleep
Walk the earth and share the secrets
It’s almost time for the dream to begin.
Kate @ Kandid Chronicles x