Dreams

This was one of those customised art pieces that I made to match the colours of my room at one point in time. Again, I was playing with mixed media and was pleasantly suprised at the effects of it. May we never stop experimenting and discovering new things that truly delight us.

Dreams are powerful things to have. Dreams are boundary-less. Dreams are infinitely uncontainable. May we be individuals who dare to risk and to dream. May we hold our dreams tight enough to bring it to fruition but loose enough to give it back to the Dream Giver when required to let go.

Who should know the mystery of
What the heart desires?
The unexplainable way
One is wired?

How many dreams
Can a heart contain?
Until it bursts
Or goes down the drain?

What is the measure of dreams far-fetched?
Who defines what is?

When is it acceptable
To refuse the status quo
To go against the constant flow?

How is it possible that dreams are deemed inconceivable?
Or thoughts considered intolerable?

Day by day by day
My heart sings
A different song
It beats
To a different rythm
Of one unheard

My soul aches
For the day
When passions are unleashed
To rain on parched hearts
And barren dreams

Then maybe
One day
Who should discover
Dreams know no end