Stolen Dreams
My soul is like the ocean's sweet surrender
To a night whose heart
Has heard my pleading wish
To find within the vastness
Of a silent
Moonlit hour,
The dreams I lost
While trapped in sorrow's midst.
I stare into the distance of such glory
With the wonder of a poet's
Starlit eyes,
And I think about the time
I was a failure--
How this moment
Would be replaced
By sorrow's cries.
I had to fight a fiercesome battle
With the taunting
Of the voice
Of great fear
So dark but strong..
Laughing at the pain of my weakness
At me--
A useless bird
Without a song.
I had to crawl from the shadows
Of my heartache
Where a haunting light of dread
Was always lit
Just enough
To let me see
The scars from burdens
I had to carry
While weeping in sorrow's pit.
I traveled down the road of long misfortune
Still beaten by the score of sorrow's team,
But I had to find my reason
-YES!-
My purpose!
I had to claim
My sacred right
To stolen dreams.
So I found myself praying for an answer.
"My dreams of long ago,
Where could they be?"
And I heard in such a loving,
Precious manner
That my dreams were in the peace
Inside of me.
At first,
I did not know
Just how to get there--
To a place within my soul
So calm and great,
But then I heard
Within the promise
Of a whisper--
"Just Go
Upon a mustard seed
Of faith."
And now...
My soul is like the ocean's sweet surrender
To a night whose heart
Has heard my pleading wish
To find within the vastness
Of a silent
Moonlit hour,
The dreams I lost
While trapped in sorrow's midst.
AND YES...
I was once a burning soul of painful failure
And was thought to be a bird without a song--
Too scorched by this life to sing of happiness;
Too weak to know the meaning of being strong.
I walked upon my path heavy laden,
Beaten by the troubled score
Of sorrow's team
And though at times I cried,
Still though,
I tried--
And I took back the sacred treasure
Of my dreams.
~T.S. Wilkins~
