The Desire Of A Dream Poem by ... ...

Every rise must give way to new strength,
Falling before the onslaught is inevitable,
What truly leads to fulfillment at any length,
Is the return at the call of the complete cycle.

Like the tree cast down under the weight of time,
Discarding but a feeble seed,
So small in thought yet in blossom so sublime,
As the glow of the mighty deed,
Grows into a journey past all glory in it's simple climb.

From above or below, a dream is all the same,
Whether in sounds or in color, the measure is not the frame,
To arise and to stir, to shine brilliantly within the flame,
To feel is to sow, to breathe desire into your name.