I Dream, Do You Poem by Daniel Chapman

Do you have dreams?
I do.

I dream in colors not yet named,
of moments still unfolding,
of hopes some call foolish
only because they've forgotten how to hope.

I dream of love—
not the word,
not the promise,
but the kind that stays when it's tested.

I dream of a world that doesn't feed on war,
of an honest answer
to what we keep fighting for.

I dream of drifting through clouds,
weightless, untouched by worry,
and of leaders brave enough
to admit when they've been wrong.

I dream of opening a book that begins with,
What is hate?
and ends with it never being needed.

I dream of a country made whole,
not perfect,
but trying.

I dream of life beyond this one,
of days where children's only job
is learning and playing,
not surviving.

Then morning finds me.
Reality taps my shoulder.
I was happy in that dream,
now I'm upset I had to wake myself.

This world is loud, complicated, exhausting.
Sometimes I wish I were still small enough
to believe everything would be okay
just because someone said so.

Maybe not all my dreams will come true—
we both know that.
But I'll keep believing anyway,
because that dream was beautiful.

And beautiful things deserve to be shared.

So I shared it with you.