Alen wheeler

(3/27/86 / portland, oregon)

The Dreamer's Soul


Dreams they are the powers that drive the
soul, they are that which creates joy yet allows pain,
like forest after a fire, the heart might yet again bloom
stronger more vibrant, to strengthen the soul of which came.

Dreams though oft they come upon us in the sweet twilight hours,
never do they shadow the light, like the stars in the night.
rebelling against reason, like mad man against the raging sea,
yet in this madness there the purest form of sanity can be found

Dreams they are that which make us whole,
they are that which makes friendship last
they are that which allows love to grow like
annual spring flower with each year that pass it becomes
more beautiful then the last.

Dreams they are our soul

Submitted: Thursday, December 19, 2013
Edited: Sunday, December 22, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem exists due to fact I'm pretty sure I'm friends with one of the nine muse's. It was her unwavering conviction to her own dreams that inspired this. And her belief in my own dream whether she realized it or not is what allowed it to be written.So i thank you my friend you know who you are.

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