I'M Dreaming Poem by Jay Aguiniga

Sitting, day dreaming, pondering,
about the simple things in life and love.
What really is love? What does life have to offer?
Do we dream so we can feel? My soul tells me that this moment is not a dream,
So please don't wake me. I would rather die here,
feeling the spirit of my soul that surrounds me.
Dreaming of that little boy, playing catch with a puppy,
makes me see the love. The little boy has aged, now a grown man,
the last piece of dirt descends, blue eyes bleeding,
best-friends until the very end.
I'm starting to see that love is more than imagined, so moving.
My thoughts now drift, I see a middle aged man standing on top of a mountain,
how odd, and he can now hear every subtle sound.
Do you take the time to listen how the leaves rustle in wind,
the sound of Mother Nature how she flows?
Why couldn't I hear it all before? , now he is dying, dying to hear, the simple things in life.
My soul now removed, I can feel life, I know now I'm alive.
I will never again take for granted what it feels like.
My head now lowered, I'm humbled, by the fact that one must appreciate life.
Tears stream from my eyes, blurred and once removed.
Now clearly I see a vision, of an old man.
Holding the hand of the one he loves so dearly.
The sadness is more than my soul can bare.
Time has come to say good-bye.
Do you ever take the time, to remember?
Remembering how a loved one can make you feel so alive?
That isn't dying, that's living.
The bond, of a love that we sometimes can over look.
I'm dreaming, as the old man says good-bye to another angel.
I'm living… to tell a story, hoping at this very moment, you search the soul.
Take a deep breath, experience the spirit of what it feels to be alive……