Word Play Wednesday: Dreamer……A Poem

Welcome to Word Play Wednesday!
Word Play Wednesday is a weekly feature of written and spoken word poetry. I will be sharing my written and spoken word poems exclusive to my wonderful subscribers. If you are interested in sharing some of your poetry, feel free to buzz me and we can work something out.

I hope that you enjoy reading and listening to my thoughts, feelings and rants and in many ways relate to some of them.
Enjoy!

Dreamer

This is what dreams 

are made of.

Small dreams, 

big dreams,

real dreams,

lofty dreams.

You dream dreams

stretching across oceans,

beyond imagination. 

Visions of light,

your name in lights.

Spitting verses and rhymes.

Mouth on mic.

Pen on paper.

You dream dreams,

gardens, flowers, butterflies.

Tea, coffee, cafes.

Books, loads of them.

Reading, writing, 

white beaches in the sun.

You dream dreams.

family, friends, food,

communion,

laughter,

quiet.

Now,

 you stand in it.

In your dream.

In reality,

It is your dream 

yet it is not.

Bitter, sweet, sour,

all at once.

Peace and chaos,

hand in hand

intertwined. 

Blowing hot and cold.

You are here

but you are not.

Sometimes you look back, 

you think 

somebody wake me up,

take me back.

Back to before I lay me 

down to dream. 

And then, you ask yourself, 

can I dream another dream

in this dream?

But this is what dreams are made of.

The courage to dream again.

To forgive yourself of things

you didn’t know.

To make a detour in your detour.

To dream a new dream

in this reality which is your dream

but not quite. 

And this is what dreams are made of.

Hazy, fast paced, slow motion.

Yet somehow you believe

it can be

reshaped,

remolded,

rebuilt,

redreamed.

So, you do not wake up.

You do not go back but forward.

You fine-tune and polish. 

You reinvent the invention 

of this self that only wants better.

Knowing better may mean 

tougher, 

harder.

Less but more.

You remember, 

you are here

because you dared to dream.

And even if reality bites

a little bit,

It is your dream.

For this is what dreams are made of.

The ability to dream again and again.

So, this what I say to you, 

dear dreamer,

Dream on. 

– Biyai

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