for the dreamers
thought I’d dive back into the blog with a recent poem, inspired by those who have consistently reminded me to love big and dream big.
be brave
be soft and vast to soak yourself full of
the ugly and the beautiful
our days are one long fever dream
encapsulated in a catapult through
past present future present future past future present—
but wait
pause and feel the breeze on your cheek
have you ever tried to describe what that feels like, the wind brushing against your skin?
us dreamers rely on the stardust and the mist
so that we may
stride
on the breath of life
as we stumble tumbling across
stray feathers and a lost kitten tooth and small flowers that were always meant for your hair
we may forget to breathe
but we keep coming back
for the perplexing quality of life and her many hues of
olive chartreuse teal lime sea forest
green light
we speak all the time but
what are we saying?
and just as importantly
what are we not?
if you think someone’s beautiful, say it
if you love someone, tell them
if you miss someone, let them know
remember and forget and remember again
so here i am, saying it, telling you, letting you know…
and we are magic as we bare our souls to the world!