Dreamscape- a poem
Tony DeLorger © 2012
Without the will to envisage dreams,
my world would be bare, bland and colourless,
in predictable tones and dull texture less themes,
I’d exist in a lifeless, shallow spectrum of grey.
Dreams in their freedom have no restriction of form,
with imagination the stuff of new worlds,
the mind an open door to possibilities unsought,
scenarios of impossibility becoming reality.
Without dreams we are vessels of robotic behaviour,
irrepressibly stagnant and repetitive,
mulling through the tedium of responsible existence,
and relying on the numbness of unawareness to lull one to sleep.
Dreams are like seeds, awaiting nourishment,
to grow and realise the outer boundaries of potential,
creating life within life,
exciting, stimulating and erring on the side of never done before.
To embrace a dream is to enliven one’s purpose, ones spark,
and to risk it all on a simple possibility,
as remote as it may seem in the beginning,
the foundation of success in the end.
Dreams are ambitions unrealised,
circumstances that so far are only thought,
yearning to be real, to have form
and conquer the world of limits.
Dreams are real beginnings.