The Dream Itself That Forms The Substance Poem by Margaret Alice

Your friends were here – we spoke about
everything - except about what’s important
to me; no-one was interested to listen to any
of my theories;

No-one cared about my rhyme scheme which
made me feel so happy and radiant – but that’s
okay; Abraham would say – whether anyone
ever cares about you – or not – is irrelevant

All happiness should lodge in your own heart;
nobody needs to understand – or take part in your
concerns – for it to bring joy and fulfilment
unto yourself –

Even if I were a nonentity with nothing to say
or explain – I still remain a disciple of Abraham’s
policy of dreaming the best dream I can find –
regardless of my total failure

In realizing any dream of mine – it is the capacity
and ability to dream; and the dream itself –
that form the substance and matter
of my whole universe!