by C.A. Oliver
DREAMERS
are never really asleep
they are roaming the soul
deep and eternal,
they are living off their own promises
to the self of eternity
they are existing off the shelf
they are flying too high to see
with mundane eyes
as their dreams wait for them
through all those trying years
but as they find their peace
they give us art, music, verse
stories that have never been told
they magnify beauty
they force the body to move
with their rhythms
from the heart
they give more, then they ever take
and they ask for nothing in return
for what they have in reward
was theirs all along
the dream itself
the ability to create, to follow truth
without fear
to wander worlds unseen
to know the depths of the ocean
with eyes closed
in silence, and the comfort
of their solitude
with a crazy heart
and a keen mind
wild, all-seeing eyes
writing it
singing it
painting it
drawing it
taking that photograph
capturing forever that moment
the vast unseen world
most will never stop
to see
they are the keepers
of all the worlds greatest
of gifts
life itself
and long after they
have departed for the universe
they are still
giving their dreams
to the generations
who still slumber in the womb
they are forever
sitting below a forgotten moon
sipping ambrosia; dipping their quill
into the inkwell
C. A. Oliver
