For the Dreamer

You do wander

Through fairytale dreams.

You've gone through pain.

Your heart's ripped at the seams.

Like a river you travel

Through mud, trees and rock,

Constantly checking

The ever ticking clock.

The rushing.

The waiting.

There is no in between.   

Has life lost its wonder?

Its color?

Its sheen? 

It can't be

That bad.

Not after all

The effort and work.

The tumble and fall.

Where are you now?

Are you still there? 

Lost in the woods,

Without a care? 

Must you keep waiting

For life to begin? 

Must you keep fighting

Until you win?

Who are you really? 

A willow? 

A flower? 

Do you still have 

That special power?

To rise from the mud,

The dirt and the grime.

To find your true nature?

The reason?

The rhyme?

Are you too selfish? 

Or not selfish enough?

Will you continue forward

When the roads get too rough? 

Have I lost you? 

Or tossed you aside? 

Is there somewhere you've found?

A safe place to hide? 

Inspiration, it seems

Was your true goal.

It was part of your charm.

Your aura.

Your soul. 

Beautiful dreamer

Will you heed the call?

To find your true purpose

And tear down that wall? 

What do you see

From where you stand?

Am I the person

For whom you demand? 

Did I follow the steps

You scribbled on paper? 

In another time

Where life seemed much safer. 

Where choices were simple,

And happiness, easy.

No dream was silly,

Stupid or cheesy. 

If you can hear me

From the grey to the light,

In the starry sky

That shines so bright

I'm sorry I forgot you

And pushed you away.

I'm determined to find you

And ask you to stay.

Hand in hand we'll run

Through flowers and rain.

We'll laugh, cry

Let go of the pain. 

From there we'll talk

Through anger and guilt

And create a blueprint 

For the life we have built.