The Dream That I Am

How can the heart I once wore on my sleeve
no longer conceive of a world
where laughter and love are the theme?
Was it all just a dream?
Was it only a dream….

It’s now my belief that born out of the grief
and the scars that remain from the pain
is an answer voiced long, long ago
by a me that I’ve yet to know.
But how can that possibly be so?

If this life that I live
where I give and I give
is derived from both future and past,
then I am aghast
at the patterns so vast
in its sturdy, yet delicate weave.
And once again, I’ll conceive
of a land where I’ll take my last stand
to live the dream that I am…,
for I am only a dream!