We ARE the Dream

Becoming the dream
and not the remains
of a distant memory

A life lived in silence
sans the fading whispers
of a long-forgotten love song
dwelling only in the shadows
of a broken heart, lingering
gently, on the trails
of the fading notes
hoping, perhaps, to be caught
in the fade, but nay

My slumbering heart
has woken to a touch, it seems
of an angel’s wings
across my heart, through my soul
surfing the trails
of my own star shooting
vibrant and galactic

I’ve awoken to me
becoming the dream

When the living world
closes her eyes to rest
I am the dream she sees
I am the life she lives
inside the dream
where all her hopes
are free to be

Becoming my own dream, I am.
Dream with me
and become your own dream, too.

~*~
02/19/07

Copyright © 2007 Brenda Barnhart
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