Dreams Poem by Kyle Williams

The fires of the belly burn with desire
for a moment, a fight, an elopement
or some great cause to bring pause
to the rapids of the indefatigable mind.
Overflowing and ready to burst, we curse
every obstacle in the way and tackle head first
into the abyss of dreams that quietly exist
in every human being who claims goal and soul.
The music of sixteen seraphs accompanies the course
mused, they are brethren and desire us not to lose
ourselves to ten or twenty years sleep with fears
enough to last a lifetime. Look into my bright eyes
and believe that dreams can never die
but neither you nor them are alive
if you never awake from your mistakes.