It hurts to be a dreamer.

Originally written May 3, 2007

Sometimes it hurts to be a dreamer.
Always seeing, imagining, dreaming...
     -for things that just may never be.

Hoping, aching, pleading...
     -for reveries to take tangible form.

As time goes on it takes its toll...

Eventually fantasy reverts to nightmare and I begin to dread,
     -the happiness that surrounds me while I sleep.
     -being torn from it all when I wake.

Life grows so hard to endure,
when you're just so unsure.

Am I just setting myself up to fall?
Wishing for things that aren't real and standing on a ledge that's much too tall...
     ...for me?

Listen, Watch, Imagine, Stop

Originally written March 9, 2007

Listen...
...as the cool wind whispers through the leaves.
...as the children nearby laugh with glee.
...as your heart beats to the world around you, one in the same.

Watch...
...as the dainty songbirds flit from tree to tree.
...as the flowers are visited by the bees.
...as your tension drains away, your mind filling with a deep calm.

Imagine...
...a world with no beauty created by a higher power.
...a place where happiness is just a myth.
...that you are granted no freedom, you are nothing but a slave.

Stop...
...to take in and admire the little things.
...to help those who are in need.
...almost doing and just act.

Soulmates

Originally written on Feb 21, 2007 with some minor changes before posting.

She lies back, letting the emerald blades embrace her.
She has eyes only for the night sky,
     -that velvet blanket sprinkled with diamonds.
The vast expanse makes her feel tiny,
     -but somehow not insignificant.
She knows that somewhere out there, her soulmate exists.

He lies back, the rough pavement at his back.
His gaze cannot be turned from the night sky,
     -the silver smile of the moon beaming down upon the world.
The darkest blue that holds so many of his deepest secrets,
     -but never betrays a one.
He knows that somewhere out there, his soulmate exists.