What are dreams?
wafting fragments of a memory
welded together at the seams
wearied bits and pieces of you and me.
Hopeful for so much more
How tinted are our rose-colored glasses
Hug tightly to each – leave them not on the floor
Hurried minutes then hours time passes.
Open up to the possibility
Overflow your creative cup
Onward through responsibility
Only way down is up.
Pray for purposes and fulfillment
Pick your fragments carefully
Push forward and follow the way they went
Picture paradise – that’s where you’ll find me.