Armor For Dreams Poem by Hiram Sims

Dreams are for the dreamer, treasures of the mind
Hopes are from the healer, vision for the blind.
Peace is for the mobile, trudging toward the goal
Life is for ambition, motive for the soul

Doubt is for the listener, foreign to the dream
Tearing down the vision, ripping at the seam
Seeking redirection, prudence in the claim
Void of understanding, poisoning the aim

But

Dreams are for the patient, conquering the fear
Trusting without ceasing, mastering the gear
Shield the aspirations, shun the doubtful tones
Let the hopes unrealized, triumph in your bones