Funny, I see the sun shinning through my window but, I know in her world it is evening once again. My friend lives on the other side of this planet. Maybe I live on the other side of her planet, I don't know. Sometimes distance is of no matter when you pause your little world to think of a friend, far far away.
My friend is a kin of mine, a poet. She gives of her heart and soul all that is there, the pain, the joys and those echoing questions of why we are here. I read her thoughts recorded in verse and prose, they reflect a memory of my younger days. She is like me, a soul lost in the world of souls who would take from you rather than give to you. She is stronger than they are. For she can see into the future. She dreams the most wonderous dreams. I see the dreams of a dreamer within her lines and recall the parralelled ideals I held in my younger days. I have to laugh, at times, because I know she is speaking the truth. The truth of her beliefs of how the world could be, should be in her mind. She brings tears to mine eyes, at times, as she recalls the emotions of being forgotten by a lover or worse, a friend. She doesn't know how much she means to my world. For you see she is a dreamer. What would our world be without dreamers? What would life be without the hope of a better tomorrow? Without the dream of what could be and what really should be.
Yes, my friend is the seed of a world I may never see. I can only dream of what her world will hold and what part she will take in it's construction. For we all matter and we all shape our tomorrows, one dream at a time.
So, Good night my friend. Pleasant dreams.
And do share your dreams with all the world. We can't change our existing world without the dreams of a dreamer. For you see, my friend, every change begins with a simple thought found in a simple dream.
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| Every change begins with a simple thought, a dream. |
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