Dreams We Dare But Whisper

younger our dreams, our hopes were right there … like our breath on a cold, still January morning

weightlessly suspended in the thin air – reaching out we touched them

charging up the hill chasing them down

without hesitation, fearlessly, recklessly in abandon

always seeing our self in the top spot, never envisioned second or third

what happened to all of that anyway

standing here now our dreams as if a kite on a taught thin string, feeling the pull

now half a step ahead of winter, letting loose our grasp our dreams fluttering to the ground

quiet thoughts of our greatness used to consume us, they were us

lately things are somehow different, life endlessly getting in our way

but, what of that dream of ours

you know __ that special dream we keep down in the quiet . . . that one we dared but whisper

it’s that dream for which we shall always carry a corner of hope

sliding in sideways at the last second to the grave

just the thought of it still tingles

but life slowly grinds our dreams away, us away, making a joke of our promises

hold up, we quietly scream

if it were so easy we would have gotten it done

maybe we just didn’t quite know how, how to do it, how to make it all fit

carefully we defined, refined our reasons for our perfect excuses

I say to you this; I don’t believe it and I never will

but, it doesn’t matter what I believe

only what you believe – the story we tell ourselves in the quiet

if we don’t think we can – we won’t

NOW, very softly I say to you, “please make no mistake … that dream of yours

oh, it will get done alright

but by someone else

someone else living your dream

wearing your smiles

as the littlest of yellow butterflies swoop, then glide the best of us was always our hopes and dreams!