More to Dream26-11-07
I
never gave a care, much less a thought
About what I'm to do once I
reach a star
If I'm sailing through the skies on a summer
night
Beyond that body of light there's more to see
More to do,
more to touch, more to dream
And here I sit wondering if what will
be will be.
Is there a certainty I can find to be
More
profound than a passing thought?
Questioning what stems from that,
a dream,
To seek it out shining like a distant star
Hoping I've
done enough to reach and see
What will come from a pre-darkened
night.
Yet in the quiet that settles from the sky at
night
There's a silent witness whose cradle will be
Those
frosting winds that none can see
Aligning every given softened
thought
With weaving motions of galaxies in a star
Only to hide
behind a silvered cloud in your dream.
And what then of those
who follow their silent dream?
Do they question the orchestrations
at night
That allow them to hear with their hearts a fading
star
Wistfully wasting away to be
Something greater than a
common thought,
But something fewer take the time to see.
Yet
there are many who don't see
The sweet sensation of a running
dream
No contemplation, no searching thought
For a wisp of
rumours drifting in the night.
Why is courage lacking for those
who would be
Able to hope for more than slivers of a star?
What
is the motion of a star
When meaning is diluted for none to
see
And everything is questioned to be
Relevant to the scant
survival of that dream?
Will you be welcomed to sit within the
night
And listen to the formation of that thought?
Give a
smile to your thought of a tiny star,
Loving the night for a
backdrop only you can see
And realize in finding your dream, what
will be will be.