Daydreams do not come to those who do not show the effort
Quick to leave, and hard to find
Like lovers needing encouragement before they dance across your eyes
First the setting:
This is crucial
For day dreams are shy things
Ask them to compete for attention they’ll flit away to find more worthy souls or cleaner canvas
But too bland a landscape fails to inspire
Fails to raise the heart to the skull where it may hope to see
Daydreams sometimes chat with brains
But hearts are what they’re after
The mind may long to see, to know, to learn to understand
Feeling, touching, connecting, admiring, these things lie in heart’s domain-attractive to a dream that has no interest in the tangible
Next it’s best to clear the conscious
Sounds and thought, ideas, opinions
take up too much space
if a daydream slipped in now with them clouding the air how would you ever know that dream had ever come at all?
But the soul must be prepared
to accept the dreams that come
For if we are not awake to see them
Our dreams will forever be lost to sleep.
That the eyes may look without seeing
That the scenes before us may make way for fantasy
That our hearts may rise with souls
to dance with dreams unfettered
Once we saw the sky was orange
and swam among the clouds
until the world pulled us down to sit among the ordinary
What thieves they are that would steal from us the dreams that let us fly
How dare they try to end this fire!
My hands are reaching still to heaven
So I may touch the divine that I have seen
That I have felt
That I have flown among
Within my dreams.
The quiet brain is not enough
for daydreams to come again
Lest Prometheus come
to ignite the fire that once was lit
And we might dance in the flames.
Life In Hyperbole 