Dreams

 I have dreams, several of them,

And I've rarely been satisfied

Unless I'm having fun, You know

The kind where imagination

Blazes trails and work is rising

Songs and canderous banter;

I plant seeds in the soil of my mind,

Watering and nurturing my dreams:

Oh so many of them and they tangle

As they sprout directionless, such is

The way of trees and I love it for

The straighter the more uprooted;

Blazing towards the sun, A forest

Of many greens of all that I would seem.

Have you noticed that the moment

You employ patience and water

Nonetheless the soil, the sprout 

Sprouts out? Patience and acceptance,

A through testing of the soil

Is the way of plants and dreams.