Dreams unwished

I pressed my nose against your fluffcareful not to breathe in or disturbthe thousand points of whitehopea dream for each oneSix years old in a field of wisheshopes and dreamsinnocentthinking somedaythey'd all come trueSo I blew and blewcascade of joy in tiny spearswhirling in a child's breathtoward a new lifeand a thousandnew yellow babiesAnd now I leave the spears in placethe seeds unsownbecause dreams rarely come trueit's a waste of breath to blowand you're beautifuljust the way you areand I am tryingto be beautiful toojust where I've been planted.

Source: Turquoise Gates - July 31, 2013 Category: Cancer Tags: dreams childhood innocence lost living Jesus trying Source Type: blogs