“We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams.
World-losers and world-forsakers,
Upon whom the pale moon gleams;
Yet we are the movers and shakers,
Of the world forever, it seems.”
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams.
World-losers and world-forsakers,
Upon whom the pale moon gleams;
Yet we are the movers and shakers,
Of the world forever, it seems.”
Not many know the full verse of that poem, so I have opted to include it here—and to serve as a gentle reminder for this day.
Our dreams carry us gently through these nights when doubt creeps in through this open window of our mind, and casts fears shadow where hope once existed.
That’s the real question, isn’t it?
Do we forge ahead fearlessly on that ‘path wanting wear’, or do we let go Dream’s grasp to simply exist?
Dreams visit us here for a reason.
Because dreams, are the cornerstone of spirit.
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