Poetry of life on the farm by #thepoetfarmer
DREAMS ~ THE JOURNEY TO KNOWING (Poem)
Dreams, they are whispy and they flitter.
Twinkling with pixy dust and bluster.
I am ten, I dig in…deep down in my blanket I nestle.
I want the dream to continue.
Dreams, they stretch and they tear.
Gut wrenching agony, a tumulteous confusion.
I am fifteen, I am lost….in a world full of cracks and voids.
Dreams, they provoke me, peaking an interest, beckoning me forward.
I am twenty, I am the young seeker, freed by the unshackling of ‘constructs’ and ‘rules’.
Dreams, they begin to take on a trusted form, a silent partner, my best friend.
They show me, teach me, guide me and alert me.
I am twenty five, finally finding my own ‘knowing’ and trusting this space when I drift.
Dreams, they pull me up. They awaken me. They push me.
I am almost 50 now.
These dreams, they’re twinkly pixy dust, blushing over the cracks and voids, unshackling me always as I am guided forward freely, awakened, ignited….
Full circle. I’ve arrived at where I began.
It all bakes down to just one word.
To dream. To be the dreamer. To live out my dreams.
L. Davis, The Poet Farmer