I Am A Dreamer

I am a dreamer.  I dream.  I dream of the pasts meaning, of the many “I’m sorry”s I need to give, of the many “I love you”s I need to say.  I dream of the what ifs I could have done, trails I never trod, challenges I never took up.  I dream of what those past loves are doing now, those boys I ran with, those girls I held.  I dream of past gangs I held membership in, those “Glory Days” when we ran like deer, howled at the moon, sang, and played to our greatest tunes.  I dream of art that I never made, of my dad long since gone and what I would say now if I could say.  I dream of all the feats I did that no one saw, of all the crumbling failures as well.  I dream of all the wonders I have seen, all the nature which seemed like a dream, all the mountain tops, valleys long, oceans deep and oceans beaches empty but with me and my lover.  I dream of my body I use to have, the lean one, the go all day and all night one, the one which knew no pain, the new one.  My dreams are like aching for, great longings of being with.  My dreams are of people, all the mates and maidens, all the summer days, winter snows, firesides, births, deaths, the loving, and the fights.  I dream of what will be, the passing over, what use to be, the long bike rides when we were free, the road trips, the trips to come, the trips I never made.  To all those friends I held dear, hold now, dream of but don’t know, wish I could see, see all the time, the great loves of my life.  I dream mostly of now and today, the green world before me, the rain, the sky, the Fairest Haven, my lover sleeping, the joy of having the time now to dream.  I dream because I am a dreamer and have dreams to dream.