Dreams

In a world where shadows whisper loneliness, When darkness echoes through your hollow soul, Hold on to the embers of your deepest longings. Dreams are the sparks that ignite the fire of hope, Refusing to let the flames of despair consume you. On the darkest nights, when stars hide their faces, Compare yourself to a constellation, shining bright in the void. For you believe that someday, you'll inhabit the realm of your dreams, Like a dreamer awake, living in a world yet to be born. They say to dream, you must surrender to slumber, But you deprive yourself of rest to chase the horizon of your aspirations. There'll be days when the dream seems a distant mirage, When the hope you cling to appears a delusion. Yet, remember, every scar tells a story of resilience, Every loss a testament to the wars you've waged. And still, each dawn breaks beautifully, a canvas of promise, Each dusk a masterpiece of closure, when the sun sets in a blaze of glory. Hold on to dreams, for they are the cartographers of your soul, Mapping the terrain of your deepest desires. You don't have to be asleep to dream; the dreamer is always awake, Illuminating the path, through the darkness, to the light that awaits. _JM Pluto_