The Dreamer

April 15, 2012

I am silenced by life's beauty and I fear

To sing aloud the melodies I hear,

One life so little for the light that streams

Upon the dreamer of a thousand dreams,

Beauty that I see in all things dear

And beauty in the darkness to which we cling,

Beauty in our sorrow and the sting

Of treachery, betrayal and abuse,

Beauty in the gifts that we misuse

And beauty in the leaping of the Spring.

I see in children's eyes the ancient gleams

Of warriors and acolytes; it seems

We have known stars that faded long ago,

But this and only this I truly know

I am the dreamer and I am the dreams.