They say we cannot live on imaginary things
They say we cannot fly on imaginary wings
But I refuse to bow to such tyrannical strings
Such words of devastation in the making

Some try to hide behind a curtain in the wall
A cubicle without a living soul to knock it down
Trembling and watching all the actions of the world
Through a black and white television screen
Fumbling with cancer sticks, praying they'll fall prey to risk
Engulfed by the the hopelessness that comes of living . . .
Breathing . . .
Hating . . .

Some try to laugh away a heart's desires
To feed the ever growing emptiness of civil fire
Seeking to bruise and maim the passions of a soul untamed
A quest to satisfy their restless game

But those of numb and taunting hail
Will never penetrate the veil
The balance one uproots between
Translucent wall of realities

I have supped from the charger of the queen
I have quenched my parched throat from the chalice of the king
On a parchment scroll, I bid a nightingale sing
Far beyond the reaches of an ink well
Where my soul seeps slowly to the yellowed canvas
Seeking to express the otherworldly beauty . . .
Knowing . . .
Longing . . .

I have loved beyond heart's boundaries
I have lived, I have died, I still bleed
But beyond this vessel of flesh, bone, and seed
A world of dormant spirit dreams of awakening

So if they laugh and say we can't live
On imaginary things
And if they scoff at the thought of flight
On imaginary wings
Take wind upon a phoenix bairn
As flames and cries rent the air
To make way for rebirth
To smooth jaded brows

They are wrong!

All we have to live on is that which is informed and enlightened by imagination; imagination fashions the wings by which we fly, creates and sustains the miracle by which we ascend and remain airborne: all we have to live on is our dreams.

Without imagination we are hunks of meat. Landlocked and sky-barred bovines. Cows.

Dream or die!

I like the way you dream; I like the way you write your dreaming down. When you do it it is not pinning butterflies to the wall, not stuffing and mounting but liberating and letting go.

You seem to have this figured out at a nice young age, but you can always do with reinforcement: they are wrong.

Dream!

Dream or die.

AD ASTRA PER ASPERA

AMOR VINCIT OMNIA

Thank you, Steven and Silke! I cannot think of any better words of encouragement than "Dream or Die!"...Kinda scares me into dreaming more. Ha ha. Kidding! Your opinions mean so much to me! Thank you, thank you, thank you!

~Best Wishes~
Megan