“Live,” they say,
“Live!”
Don’t go wasting your precious life
On what can never come true.
I AM my dreams
They filter - like breezes - through being
Settle in soul…..
Does that mean I am not possible,
Either?
My dreams are me
Some may fade,
But they always remain, technicolored, diverse;
To carry me away,
Into a world
-oh, beautiful! -
Where I am nothing
Everything
And part of the stars……