Are dreams merely watercolors lingering in the back
of our minds? Or are they more of a vision from heaven
waiting to be born, waiting for us to stand up and fight,
for what we believe? Some say you can have, or be whatever
you want, but telling that to the poor would be cruel.
The sick know better, that dreams get us through the fire
they speak to our hearts that we can live
like an acrylic painting lasting, standing out
with bright colors and always knowing
who we are, more real than water.
Living and breathing
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”