The Life of A Dreamer

This is a reprisal of my old poem, "The Thoughts of a Dreamer". I've had this idea in my head for a few days and wanted to get it out of my head... so here it is...

The Life of a Dreamer

A Dreamer’s gaze into the light

Upon the crossroads of his life...

Head filled with the stories that make up his journey...

And the thirst for the knowledge that will set him free...

Searching for that single star in the sky...

He begins to question himself...

The life he has lived...

The paths he could have taken...

Time well spent...

And Moments passed by...

The companions met along the way...

And former friends that fade away...

The lives of all that touched his heart...

The loss of those whom he holds dear...

He ponders the logic of his life...

What have I achieved in this life of mine?

Have I made use? Or wasted my time...

What am I in this here and now?

Who is it that I’ve become?

Am I the man I want to be?

And still, where is my destiny?

The questions I’ve known all across my life...

And the answers I may never know...

The places found where I belong...

And dearest friends until we die...

Yet each and all may slip away...

To fade in never ending darkness...

The chill that comes when raindrops fall...

The thrill of life when lived so full...

The pain that chokes a shattered heart...

The taste of love I’ve never known...

Yet each of us will someday fall...

Into that darkness evermore...

Yet only few can safely say...

That he has persevered this day...

And through the darkness standing tall...

Until light of dawn should call...

Singing the song of the heart...

That echoes in each of us...

Gazing through that velvet sky...

Through starless nights and tears of rain...

Through warmth of love and chill of pain...

This is what it means to be...

To be a Dreamer..

To sing their song and live their life...

To have a faith that can pierce the storm...

To brave the darkness and endure the pain...

To embrace the love and face your fears...

To hold onto your dreams and dry your tears...

This is what it means to live through my eyes...

As I stand here now...

At the Crossroads of my life...

Alone and Shattered...

Standing Tall...

A Year

A Year

It took a year to bring him home...
For passion to re-burn...
To open his forgotten tome...
The Dreamer would return...

Long ago he left behind...
That war he’d one day wage...
He sealed the gateway to his mind...
His spirit’s golden age...

He waved farewell to withered past...
And all his old mistake.
This man would become free at last...
Another path he’d take...

He changed the man he’d want to be...
More practical it seem...
But he had lost his destiny...
This man had lost his dream...

The things he forged would fade away...
And never be the same...
His moments transformed day by day...
From marvelous to mundane...

And yet he could not run from it...
The mistakes that he once made...
Doomed to repeat as was saw fit...
By long forgotten Fate...

So all behind a blinded eye...
He went along his course...
No longer would he dream to fly...
He’d locked away the source...

His soul would slide into the depths
And time slowly went by...
The stars would disappear
As he looked up into the sky...

But deep inside this lonely being...
Still beat the Dreamer’s song
And soon he’d need his heart to sing
As peace would soon be gone...

When he caught the slippery slope...
He peered into his mind...
And there he found forgotten hope
He thought he’d never find...

My dreams have not forsaken me...
My pain has made me strong...
My soul has finally set me free...
To where I now belong...

So here I stand a tempered man
One no longer scarred...
From forlorn when my path began
and now, benevolent bard.

Upon myself I cast this name...
A minstrel of modern day...
And maybe I shall find my fame...
Since dreams don’t fade away...

The Crimson Dreamer, him and I
The man I want to be...
And as I see this brand new sky...
I know that I am free...

Truth

A fool I’ve been...

Living out this life of mine...

Dreaming of the unknown future that is supposed to cross my path...

Seeking out fortune and power, wisdom and faith...

The never ending struggle against brother fate...

The story goes on day after day...

And as the pages continue to turn...

The more I see how this world truly is...

The truth has lost meaning in this existence...

How is it that an man such as I...

Built of dignity and pride...

On honesty and virtue...

How is it that I must fall?

Every fool on this earth has succumbed to fate...

Has tasted corruption...

Has Sinned...

But when the hour of judgment comes upon me...

And despite my sins I speak the truth...

It is I who is cast guilty in the name of fate...

I am the one to fall...

Naïve in the shifting winds of the world...

Honest too the ends of the earth...

Foolish beyond any man before me...

Is this another lesson to be learned?

Or does the same old story go on and on and on...?

A lesson in a futile struggle...

Such promise I had in the good old days...

Such ambition, such dedication...

Only to be snuffed out by the fate...

But when the dusk clears, and the verdict made...

It is I to blame...

It is I who cursed my self...

It is I who pleaded guilty...

Honesty...

Truth...

Virtue...

Even in the eyes of corruption

In Vice...

In Sin...

I stand tall to how I have grown to be...

And this is not a strength...

But a downfall...

I’ll be honest until the day I no longer walk this earth...

I’ll be truthful beyond the day that I am left behind...

I’ll be a good man... even when I am alone and have no one left in this world...

And now I stand at a crossroads...

To which not even I know the way to go...

On one hand, lies the path I’ve walked...

With friend and foe alike....

But that path brings me back to the choices I’ve made...

And The black stain that shall follow me through the ages...

With no change in sight..

And even if this is the path I choose...

I know not if I can even return...

And on the other side...

Lies the unknown world...

Freedom from that which has given me some

And taken so much more...

To Gather my pride and walk away...

To begin another search for prosperity...

Another Gap in my road to salvation

And I stand here in the middle...

Lost beyond all reconciliation...

With time as my only redeemer

With time as my only escape...

I look upon my reflection...

And spit upon the image that I have become...

I’ve blackened my own name...

I’ve made my choices...

And now I’ve paid the price...

When lies would have set me free...

The truth has damned me...

Yet again

Yet again...

Yet again...