Dreams

It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes the words want out before the sleep can come in. Tonight was one of those nights. 🤷‍♀️

Lying and staring
At the ceiling again
The words start to swirl
Paper begging for pen

The dreams that we dream
Are not just for the night
From year to year the hopes
And wishes take flight

But we hide from these dreams
As we face each day
We go through the motions
By the rules we play

Those days are long
And our fears are loud
We can’t find it in us
To speak our hopes aloud

We cry out in pain
But stand still in the mire
The pain of the known feels safer
Than the risk a leap would require

What is it we search for?
What is missing inside?
Is it love or happiness?
Is it pleasure or pride?

The questions, they swirl
As the ink flows to the page
Until we drift off to a sleep
To fight for happy across dreams stage

And in another room
Somewhere in the world
An answering heart is seeking
The same dreams that have unfurled.