We are what we dream

Hi everybody! Hope you’re having a lovely, Christmasy day! 

If you have a few minutes, I thought you might like to read a poem I wrote today. 

I hope you enjoy it! 

WE ARE WHAT WE DREAM

We are the stuff of dreams

Of incomprehensible birth

The ticking clock

The winding stops

We are the stuff of Earth

We are the stuff of swollen hearts

Bursting with pride and light 

The fading smile 

And all the while

We are the stuff of night 

An eager face

An inky page 

And all the while we dream

To know about

To learn about 

The things we cannot see

The nighttime mind is a school

And we, the unconscious pupil

With open mind

We feel the spine

Of every made-up book

In the school of stars we learn about 

The history of the untold

We sit and hear 

Of war and fear

As the wax melts down to gold

We hear of monsters and delicious fairytales

Beyond the pages of Grimm

And hear the twisted versions

As cobwebs lick our skin

We are the stuff of dreams

And 

Dust and mites

Noons and nights

Blessings and fears

And bloody tears

Every time we breathe in the waking light 

We silently scream for the school of the night