There was a dream
For those who dared to glance
A most exotic scene
For those who took a chance
The end of a night,of a month, of a year, of a decade
So many chances for a new beginning
So many gleeful faces on parade
So why do i not feel that this side of me is winning
Perhaps there's a word or two to describe it,maybe there's a book or more
However i am not a big fan of reading
Just like a musician working tirelessly for months on a score
Sometimes the thrill of the finished piece is a little fleeting
People love to talk about minds, art , and the space they like to be in
But all too often not a single word of their true feelings
As if speaking from your true spiritual heart is the worst indelible sin
I am not new to this world, i know from experience of at least some of its dealings
But the most shady, to me, of all of this mess
Are the ones who pray for change, then balk at it when it actually comes
It does nothing to address the problem, it only makes it worse,i must loudly profess
And also, in the bread box of intellectuals,too many are content to be the crumbs
Where has the dream gone,who now holds the sacred tome
A new but inspiringly familiar voice speaks to me from the black
" You must hold this dream,it is for you to hold the light so others might see"
She shows me that even in myself optimism can grow slack
Then what will my dream be, a solemnly silent plea
Her silence betrayed her wisdom, knowing she could not be the one to say
It was a truly vivid night, a red crackling fire in front of me,the icy watch of a tired blue moon above
But most importantly i had the vision of a near violet  white light shining her radiance into the night
Finally i took her hand,a calm charming touch anyone could belove
Andi spoke to her, in the best reassuring voice i could muster against the evening winds bite
I promise, for as long as you allow, my dream will be you, sunset
You will be the dream, the ever retreating sunset,the one im not worthy of, but that i become a better person chasing
Her giggling  rung through me like a Stradivarius quartet
And in the end i may just simply call you amazing
There was a dream, and i did take a chance