(dreams Or) Gather Them, Gather Them Poem by moon batchelder

gather them, gather them
into your hand,
year after year like some
great pile of sand,
like a soft hurricane
in the back of your brain,
keeps on blowin around
goin nowhere...........

gather them, gather them
lasting as dew,
gone with the dawn like
a vanishing mood, ,
like an item misplaced
or a garden laid waste
thru neglect, so that nothing
will grow there......

such are the dreams entertained,
such are the heights we've ascended.
tho nothing's lost, what have we gained
if all that remains is pretended?

gather them, gather them
finally believe,
start in the heart
with the dreams you conceive
resurrect them and prove
there are mountains to move
waiting patiently there
in surrender........

gather them, fathom their
meaning and cost
grasping at last
what must never be lost.
gather and form them like
oncoming storms.
we are all either gods or
pretenders....

such is the power at hand
such is our blessed tuition,
so gather them
all you desire, command!
and cause them to come to fruition.