At the crack of dawn, when I rise,
Parting with the night gone by,
And the sun gleaming through the window,
I push myself out of the bed,
And head to draw the blinds away,
To feel the morning air,
To gain that vitality ,
With a day ahead to pace,
And dreams to chase.
Each morning is a new day,
And special in it’s own way.
A fair shake to do something momentous,
And cast a dream into the amphora.
What is it about the dream?
Should you speculate!
Sometimes it’s about bringing repose
To a agitated soul.
And should that dream seem afar ,
But not impassable ;
I cast it into the dream amphora.
Sometimes it’s about the fear ,
Of losing all that is dear ;
Thoughts of dismay,
But not invincible.
And most certain to vanquish one day.
I cast it into the dream amphora
Sometimes it’s about love
Tender feeling that bolsters ,
To grow out of all that hurts,
Dusting off all the hate;
Though it seems a long shot
But not fake ;
To sense it someday,
I cast it to the dream amphora.
Sometimes it’s about peace,
About a distant place of tranquil,
Where regrets cease,
But still seems mythical,
To make it real,
I cast it into the dream amphora. .
Sometimes it’s about God ,
And His Invisible Hand,
Convinced that He shall never let me down,
To nurture my faith,
I cast it into the dream amphora.
Every night when I crawl in,
And shut my eyes to dream,
It’s about some virtue held close to my bosom,
And seemed to be a delusion,
But a certainty too.
So I just kept adding dreams to the dream amphora,
Now o’er the years its repleted;
But there’s room for more,
As some I have realized,
And they are out of the dream amphora.
Unrealized ones still remain
For they will come true someday,
Assured that I am,
It’s just need to keep up with dignity.
And dream my way into eternity.