Dreams

Dreams are etched in the skyline
But without wings to fly one can never obtain, regain or proclaim
A birth-rite
The blessed assurance of things to come, of things hoped for
Long will be the days of toil
Long the nights of sorrow
Until the futures becomes the present, our todays akin to our tomorrows
For hope is not a simple glance at the future, but positive steps bartered against the past
Dreams will remain dreams until phobia is cast aside and confidence is raised high
Like a triumphant banner proclaiming ‘to dream is vain, but to live is eternal’.
Live your dreams.