Our Dreams Poem by RIC BASTASA

in the morning
we talk of dreams
assume the colors of flowers
and the glow of sunrise
our quick legs and nimble hands
take us
to the strong pillars of hopes
and our eyes look far
reaching the foot
of the rainbow
on the other side
of the hill

at noon we are wary
and our arms stretch for more
we draw more dreams
taller like the skyscrapers
and we assume the wings of
birds soaring in the skies
and taking dives
on the waves of the blue
sea

in the afternoon we feel
the stabs of lightning we heard the
thunders of some failings and we try
to stretch our imaginations
for understanding how things did not happen
the way we dream them to be
how others fell how some of our friends
die with eyes shocked for the
sudden defeats
the crushing of the edifice
the removal of the beautiful facades
the breaking of the borders
the pieces of dreams shattered like
fragile glass before our
very own wrinkled faces
beside our bleeding feet

we finally find the truth and accepting it
we mellow down like marshmallow
we sleep deep in the night
without any regret
for life has been fair
and soon we all shall leave here