Dreams...

Are they you parents unfulfilled wishes?
Or a desire from your circumstances?
Are they a voice from your heart?
Or a desire to just start?

Some are monuments built of stone and sweat,
while others are sparks that die before they set,
A few will bloom and scent the morning air,
while others shatter, leaving only prayer!

The shattered dreams provide the lessons and the grit,
The fulfilled ones create sparkle in life like the stars and the moonlit,
The small ones are fireflies, low in the grass,
A heartbeat of light that chose to outlast!

And though we may grieve as the old visions pass,
We may find some new dreams alas,
For the end is the kindling of a brand new fire,
A new dream with a new desire!

Life has its ways of balancing the two,
Of it's twists and turns you won't have a clue,
Now the horizon is where the two finally meet—
The sparkle above us, the dust at our feet.