Dreams...

What can you tell me about
dreams...
that sorrowful existence between
reality and wishes
That leaves a man spent
Staring through the mirror
At an unattainable reflection
Of desire
Because that which we see
Is not a part of us
And what is simply a mirage
Will never be believed
Because
beauty is in the eye of the
beholder
and you need two witnesses
to prove it.

One Day We'll Fly Away

Sometimes I dream

Of floating through the sky

Like a free balloon

That was released so high

I dream of soaring through the clouds

Reaching the heights that were once not allowed

I dream of swimming through the vast blueness above

I dream of being in a place that I love

I wish to watch the world

From the top looking down

I wish I could see the reasons

For all that occurs on the ground

I want a panoramic view

I really just want a clue!

I want to know why things happen in this world

I want all the secrets to be revealed and unfurled

“Does this really affect others?”

“Will I always remain stuck and the same?”

“Is there an explanation for why,

I play such a twisted, painful game?”

“Will we ever be released from this exile?”

“How much longer is ‘a while’?”

“How much longer can we witness the pain of others,

Our dearest fathers, mothers, sisters and brother?”

Yes, I dream of the impossible,

And my wish is just an impractical desire,

But if this tiny little wish can give me a glimpse of hope,

I think I’ll be able to hold lift my heart and soul higher.

I feel so stuck, down here on earth,

Because all this pain? What’s its worth?

Yet, I still believe I’ll soar towards the sky

And no longer will I be left to sigh.

In my heart and mind, I am flying to You,

Can You hold my hand as I start the countdown,

With you by my side, I am confident

That I won’t have to wait around.

I supposed I’ll have to be content

To just wishing for this day

But soon, I will be that fluttering balloon,

And one day, we’ll all fly away.