Little whispers of hopes and thoughts
floating in your mind and around you.
POinting you in the direction of your dreams.
Enveloping you in their misty clouds.
Pulling you, tugging you
Chasing you, letting you run
but holding you back.
wafting sweet scents of the future into your nostrils.
So you feel insanely enchanted
eyes glow warm and deep,
lost in the unseen visions of what’s to be
Submerged in the viscous pull of dreams.
To sink is sublime,
To float is divine.
The essence of life swims through your soul as
you weave your way through the jungle of hopes
entangled and enmeshed at times
Free and far away at others.
The boatsman in you
strives to take you down the path,
Through rushing waters and dangerous boulders,
waterfalls and whirlpools around the corner,
trusting the way
Following the thread of thoughts and dreams
till you reach your destiny.
- Follow Your Dreams… (kevintcraig.wordpress.com)
- Dream (teristeel.com)