What may come of a dream
I have become an individual that has put much faith into the will of the world. I have not been one to stand at life’s 
invigorating vast edges, just to dangle my toes in the moment. I seem to fall into a motion, one that is as enchanting as the flight of a heron. Awkward broad flaps that seem to be a demise to my own ambition of flight, not necessarily the beginning to a beautiful dance. It is this leap of faith into the unknown that is all I hear, all that I am drawn to, and it is this faith that keeps my dreams alive.
Today; life’s morning breath wrestled with a metallic wind chime, awakening me from my dreams that have left their playful depiction across my minds many miles. Within the darkened nightscape, my mind raced around cultivating it’s own imagination, and painting pictures of elusive worlds that hide in the recesses of far away corners. Within these fair dreams creation was invented, and potential was draped with drops of oil color reality. I am humored of what comes to fruition and resembles desires that grace the movements of my lips as I speak. Aspirations send reverberations across the moistened pale skin that does border my mouth; leaving me enamored by the delicate sanity that one might confuse as feasible.
The first steps of opportunity are always the most embellished for me. From the far end of my visual scope I stand; waiting and ready- intimidated by the first step that I must take. The distance that spans from me to my dreams; my envisioned reality, is filled with treacherous passes that seem to carry on as far as my own existence. Yet, a desire to manifest such dreams into my reality lingers within each putter of my beating heart. It is this banter between the pains of uncertainty and the craving for the outcome that fills me with a lust for life. It is without hesitation that I take my first step and find myself immersed in a life that I live, that I breathe, and that I dream of.
