Monday, August 3, 2009
Journey of Dreams

Journey of Dreams

Adilah Ishak


In this day, in this world of ours,

Much is possible, too much it seems.

But regardless of years or unforgiving hours,

Time means little in the human dream.


Even now, if time stood still,

A light from the skies would always gleam,

And there we would stand upon a hill,

Waiting forever for our golden dream.


Yet do we wait for hope forlorn,

Never coming over grasses green?

But from our bodies, our mind is torn,

Reaching for our endless dream.


To others, maybe, we seem like fools,

Treading on water and paths unseen.

Yet no barrier, limit or rule

Can take away our right to dream.


For we, as people, know much more,

And in our judgment, we can deem,

That our spirits are free to soar,

To make possible the impossible dream.


And on this quest, who can stand,

And tell us that we cannot mean,

To live through heart and not through hand,

And forbid us to fulfill our dream?


Who can turn their heart to stone?

And in their pride they do not lean?

They glorify the skills they hone,

And know not the meaning of the dream.


For our spirit is like a fire,

Kindled by a hope so keen.

And in our hearts, we all aspire,

To look upon our elusive dream.


For this, a machine can never atone,

The human spirit has no gene.

From this point to the unknown,

We all embark upon the path of dreams.






Posted by Belladonna at 5:34 AM