I am your greatest dream.

I have waited in the cool contemplative walls of your mind and watched

the world through barred windows of steel cold terror.

But soon will come the day, soon I will stand up and say,

“I am the dream that became reality,

the illusions to open your mentality and forget normality.

I am the project that gave personality to the dull functionality of a life without change.”  

I am the dream that screams to the world the whispers you share with your pillow,

and I am the tears sliding down your eyelashes when you forget to hope

because too many dreams are doomed by man’s fear of success.

But I am that dream you cannot forget,

refuse to regret

the actions I take to make your change in the world.

Because I am destined for greatness,

not because I need it, not because I can achieve it,

but because me and my Greatness

deserve a world rid of dead dreams and filled with the palpability of knowing Life.

I have lived in your imagination for so long that the ethereal translucence of my existence

is dragging me down into soft, earthy tombs

of nothingness calling my name,

but I cannot die.

I will wander through your well worn days and sleepless nights

Pushing you,

making you crave the sweet nectars of the Tree of Knowledge,

until you wake up one day and find me yelling at the top of my lungs,

so that every dream can hear that substantiality is real.

When I finally breathe in the sweet breath of your freedom,

watch me change the world.

Watch me grow tall wooden limbs, full of leaves

that frame buds that bloom into soft petals falling on children’s laughter.

Watch me stretch my arms out into the heavens,

to all the other stars called a dreamer’s dream.

Bring your brothers, your sisters and climb

my thighs, my chest, my arms

to a world full of possibilities.

Working together we will climb hand in hand,  

to fight against winds and storms that tear at our throats and rip our flesh, telling us we can’t.

But we can and we will, because, together

 with your hand in mine,

 we can move the Universe.

We will beat our hearts like drums

and the World will hear a rhythm that thrums,

like the thirsty old hands of desert sands

reaching out to watery palms of sandy beaches.

When we beat our drums, our hearts will hum

with the millions of voices of those who can’t be heard.

Their words will burst from our lungs

and the dreamer’s dream will sing a song of welcome and joy so strong

that rivers go silent and mountains stop

at the sound of a song that ripples through the years long after we have lived.

I am your greatest dream, and soon

I will stand up and whisper,

“I have lived, oh, how greatly I have lived.”