Dream.Dream.Dream

Examining Urban Landscape on Realities vis-a-vis Our Dreams

A Poetry of Possibilities

“I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your mind. Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now?”—John Lenon

Dream. Dream. Dream.
Smeared everywhere like 
A patch of dirt, on the suave 
City skyline.

From where do they come 
And where do they go?
And why do they come 
To eyes red with hunger,
Not for a square meal
But food for soul?

Famished, pale rolling in dust 
Gazing bright, the sky above
Wishing to touch them some day 
Abound, as the silver beams penetrate 
the holed rags on mount.

And one day it discovers its wings
Borrowed from the Iceland penguins,
Goes it flying looking for caviar 
With twinkle twinkle little stars!
But fly it cannot, feet stuck deep
Does Iceland have penguins?

So festered, bleeding, sick to the bone
One good morning died the dream.

The little boy across the street
Saw the dream getting its treat,
Wondering how big it was
To hold in the coffin carried-
Till that day, to dream he was married.
Wiser than age, mind he did apply,
Never to dream big
‘cos big dreams always die!

Now, my friends feeling sad?
Let’s not dwell on what is past,
Free the world of greed and lust,
Where can dreams find a home 
So do, what we must.

Do I see you laughing now?
All those silly poetry vows,
Let me tell you dreams don’t die
Carried with the wind and the boughs
Will land in the steps of a winner 
Someday, who will surely find his way—

Till that day let’s hope and pray,
And let the dreamers DREAM away!

Now they say that dreams are just for fools Well I betcha fools made up those rules So never mind what they say Just slip and slide away, and it’s okay–Laura Allan

#dreams

#freeverse

#Imagination

#Life

#Mental Health

#passion

#time