winsom

it is the easiest thing, to dream and to think

that’s what most people forget.

we make things into the things that they are

we are the river, not the net.

we are the current that moves things along

we are the verse, rhythm, and melody of this song

we are the blood, the phlegm, the body made whole

for true creation comes from the soul.

dream all you like child!

you have to you must.

strengthen your will in yourself and your trust.

for when the hour comes to wade into the sea

and dash from that cozy womb of thought and fantasy

you must go

you must.

release all the dust!

and trust

this grey glitter turns gold.

the shimmering litter are mere patterns old

beckoning: “come hither! embrace me! i’m cold.”

be bold

and refuse 

for your womb work is done.

you did all that was needed

the dreaming

the fun

the basking in the sun

the ideas being spun

now go!

into the near and dear land

where plans are planted and grow

and missions are visions with a tangible glow

hands moving rapidly

breathing is slow

reality is a dream you are getting to know.

now go. 

launch this rocket to space

for you are the comet

the entire milky way

the home to your dreams and scenes they portray

the outpour of sprinkling suns in the day

it is your action that commences this play.

go child!

for like cream your ideas will expire

your creative bones will wither and tire

your quick power nap will seep into slumber

a sleep so deep your nights will outnumber.

slip out of your grip

quick! jump, hop and skip

into the night

down the legendary strip.

where legends who’ve made it

who’ve made their names known

whose seeds have been sown

whose visions have grown

embrace you

and praise you

and welcome you home.