My dreams which can translate the mundane into spectacular. Like a plain bread sprinkled with glittering sparkles. Ruby rose petals in bathwater. An ancient sculpture found while digging a foundation of a house.
Dreams and ambition. Furious lava, splashing radiance, a blaze of spirit. Air, with capability to cause a mad tornado and the relief of the easterly breeze.
My dreams of silken threads, unwinding my way forward. Thrusting me ahead with the power of an internal combustion engine. The fuel? my imagination and my will. My courage feeding this insatiable thirst of driving ahead.
Dreams of phenomenal beauty. With the fluidity of a dancer, changing from one expression to the other. Each step filled with joy.
My dreams know no force. They cannot be captured. Like mercury, they slither away. The only way to catch them is by spreading a dusting of gold. That is when they are tamed, to be caught. The only thing which attracts them is the pure.
I know that dreams are intangible. Like the notes of music, they reverberate before dissolving into ether. Yet, I dream on. Blasting the barriers of time and space. My life support in my bleakest hours. My guide at times of crisis.
I dream therefore I will survive.
