“I dream of you in constellations.”

Dear curiosity, I wish you wished the best for me.

And in the shard of fleeting vision, everything I once feared tastes like stolen magic.

Let’s go slow dancing around the kitchen, listening to the sound of dawn by the back roads and let our shadows paint the walls.

Whatever it is however bad I’m so glad you’re still here.

You were the star in my life but now its my time to shine.

I hope one day your paper cranes grow up in dreams and fly away.

I shouldn’t have to dream of losing you to hold you all closer in the morning.

It may have killed the cat but curiosity is what keeps me alive.

Open your eyes to the bottomless sky that teases omnipresence and know that you are my beyond.

You danced the fine line between graceful and reckless and this is what I wake to wait for.

I spy a life on fire and taken for granted by me.

Needing leave clumsy me – spilling mustard on my sleeve as cover-up for all the talk of love.

You and your sea glass green kaleidoscope eyes have always been my kryptonite.

We’re outsiders- you and I- we could almost be brilliant.

I hope your lemonade tastes like young summers and old times.

Things will change – that’s the best and worst of it.

What you can imagine depends on what you know.

Myths are public dreams, dreams are private myths.

Ask God to show you His plans, not bless your dreams

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.

There are powers inside of you which, if you could discover and use, would make of you everything you ever dreamed or imagined you could become.

The dreamer and his dream are the same…the powers personified in a dream are these that move the world.

It’s easy to dream about it. Much harder to execute it , Work!

This country isn’t working for working people. It’s working only for people at the top. That’s not the American dream. That’s the American nightmare.