Dreams are so easily started. A thought in the back of the mind, a smile unexpected, a touch that startles but warms. Its the dreams out of reach that create the storms. The mind knows it, but the heart, only feels. Which is stronger, what we know in our minds is wrong, or what we feel in our heart is right. Who can say. Dreams or like spirits that wrap us in love, protective, warming, sweet, until the day, they become a nightmare. Dreams, nightmares the line is so fine. A lover touches with the tenderness of a new born child, his hands giving love, his kiss soft, the touch of an angles wing. Two hearts beat as one, each word, each thought, brings sunshine, even in the darkest of night. Dreams, can it happen, can we really be so happy. Like the beauty of the oceans wave, love can be all consuming, all empowering. It can flow around us showing life, energy, beauty. Dreams, something to reach for, something to beleive in. Can we as warm hearted people, not have those dreams. Does it matter if others see our dreams as nightmares, as long as we feel the love from them. Dreams, when they are gone, whats left. Ships passing in the night acknowledge each other by different signs, just as we give off our own signs. Comfort, just to know that someplace in time, somewhere within reach, someone is walking in the same steps we have taken. Knowing that others feel as we feel, love as we love, we are not alone.
He walks away, takes that dream, and the nightmare begins. The sea is stormy, dark, vicious. Taking more than giving. Possessing. Even in heat, seas become cold, yet empty. Nothing left, just a dark hole in time. The dreams or gone, the hopes, all lost in nothingness. Why. Will there ever be an answer. Will the day ever be bright again. Waves take. Ships sink. The ocean becomes a grave for lost souls. Forever moving, yet silent.
Each day becomes empty. Yet we much keep walking, breathing. What hope is left. When it comes, do we know. Do we feel again. A ray of light, cast in the deep darkness. Is it right to set the course and sail in that direction. Is it possible to reach the light, or will the ship sink first. Everyone needs to feel. Why is it so hard to understand what we feel at times, someone else is also feeling at that very moment. Hard to beleive when we are lost in grief, that others share the same. We dont forget the darkness, ever, but, maybe one day, we can beleive in the light again. Pain, everyone feels a different one, is it really so different. No. Some is just harder to get past. Maybe one day the sun will shine once again. If we have the strenght to beleive, or the desire to reach out, set sails, and set course for the smile once again.
Memories remind us of those last words. I will always love you, later hun. Memories that creep in without knowing it, a sound, a laugh, a word. Memories, sweet, dreams, that one day turned to nightmares.
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