Dreams

Delivered unto consciousness by the midwife

inspiration,

They arrive in moments of quietude; without fanfare.

Conceived in the soul, of the parents Wish and Hope,

They coalesce into form, drawing sustenance from

future, possibility, and experience,

To energize the gait, quicken the pulse, and

Freeze the upturned gaze in awe.

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A most personal expression and statement, each

is thoroughly unique,

Drawing one forward to that which does not yet exist.

Though some be modest and some grand, they are

the incarnation of desire;

Giving encouragement, offering the promise of

realities never known,

And have ignited sufficient passion to

build empires!

~

Mysterious and without physical substance, they are

Nevertheless real, the source of untold motivations,

Moving one to ignore precedent and suspend

all pragmatic impulses.

~

Though often unfulfilled, fading slowly as a

late-summer sunset,

Their value in the face of stark suffering,

Lies in their power to sustain the human

spirit.

~~

Michael Fidler

Written Sept. 17-18, 2004

in Thornbury, Ont., Canada