The Power of the Dream

A Poem by butterfly

When I text I miss and think him all the time I was really about the power of the dream

I was inspired by fictious story

I let it be

The truth can't be unseen

I block her page

I forget for a day

The fact remains he still loves her

thats why he leaves me to return forever together

the side chicks get left out in the cold

when it was my embrace that he said was home

living his double life

mending cars

breaking hearts

its a life i truly must part

the path i cant follow

all that we ever were was a fairy tale from pixie hollow

i let it be

i can' t settle for mere fantasy

i can't settle for drudgery

this is how I felt when the new friend kissed me

I wanted to return instantly to the married men who was the vision of a dream

yet a dream is all it can ever be

life is cruel

cupid plays his games makes the mortals like a fool

i was on the trail of love

thats the sound that moves me

thats the spark i follow when it comes

for hopeless romantics we often appear dumb

yet at a glance we just want that sweet romance

when Aurora sang to Philip that sweet melody

i know you i walked with you once upon a dream

it sure sounds lovely

more than an invite to the hot tub

i say no to you sir because I am looking for a hot love

now i know the difference but the world has settled for a dreary fate

i believe its never to late

God will always come to make sure we are awake

the power of the dream He breathes in to this lifeless ache

reminding me the path continues on to that desired place

i cant give up

even when the world tries to remake love

its always the same

ever true

just like a light shining through the window

i know its the angels above reminding me not to be blue

for love is all around me and you

see the gleam in my eyes

tonight I rediscover the power of the dream

when one shatters in to tiny pieces

pick them up and keep on for there is still a life to be lived

kiss the love and let it fly away

what is meant to be ours will always stay

until then find that returning need

in the power of the dream.

© 2023 butterfly

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Coyote Poetry

I agree butterfly.
"pick them up and keep on for there is still a life to be lived
kiss the love and let it fly away
what is meant to be ours will always stay
until then find that returning need
in the power of the dream."
I like the old John Donne words. We do not find love. Love will find us. Dreams are wishes and hope to come to us. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote