Even in my youth I can recall being an avid reader, often losing myself in a good fantasy novel. I dreamed of being an author that could weave the most spell-binding of tales, leaving my readers hungry for my next adventure. My only real stumbling block has been my lack of confidence. After having made so many journeys through page after page of literary magic I began to hold my standard for creative efforts at a much higher level. I mean what audience doesn’t seek and deserve the very best there is to be experienced?
I have dabbled a bit throughout my life with poetry, written in a free-style, and enjoyed myself a great deal. Flipping back through the older archives right here on this blog will turn up a great deal of some of my earlier works.
In retrospect, I can look on what I’ve created and find some happiness in having brought even a small semblance of my deeper dream to life.
I’d also like to offer just a bit of my personal outlook with regard to holding onto your dreams. Look inside yourself, take that dream you have been keeping hidden inside and grab it by the hand. The path you envision may not be the one you end up traveling, nor will the destination always resemble the perfection of your dreams. Though what you may find is something in which you can easily find great joy and fulfillment, which you might never have even found had you not encouraged your dreams.
The Journey
Filled with visions,
as yet unseen.
Brimming with passions,
of an unborn dream.
Slowly loosing sight,
ill at ease with the unknown.
Fear fades the brilliance,
now a dull hueless tone.
Nearly lost forever,
the embers grow dim and cold.
Kissed by the breath of life,
only the muse did hold.
What shall you be called?
Teacher, friend, lover, all.
Within your light,
the seed grows tall.
The dreamer’s joy revealed,
as tears of azure flow.
No mere words to express,
what the muse’s heart does know.
Namaste, my muse.
MLW 08/01/07
