Vintage Dreams Poem by Nika McGuin

What's on my heart today
it might be awfully hard to say
from that organ, my mind has strayed away

But now, breaking into chilled shades of purple and blue
I'm diving, searching for what about me is still true
what I once thought was impossible for me to do
well, the pace of time has made such thoughts untrue
and now I can just feel those vintage dreams coming through

If I blast forward like a shooting star, I might find
regret and long for the dazzling sky I've left behind
If my dreamscape varies so drastically from the true environment
It'd be a shame, such a shame, to lay vintage dreams to retirement

But don't you know, there's nothing in existence more ardent
than a dream so far off and brilliant that for years you daren't
even think of attempting, but now, allowing yourself to think of it
is an amazingly, frighteningly hopeful thing that consumes your mind - until no other thought can fit

Yes, a vintage dream can be a dangerous thing indeed
one that in both fear and excitement
keeps the heart exhaustedly pounding

And though one hesitates to dream it
it's a dram that devastates, if its goals go unmet
still, I dream it yet