Shipwrecked Dreams

My dreams are like shipwrecks at the bottom of the sea Covered under seaweed, algae, gravel and rocks Because at its birth, I didn't give it enough stock. A dream is like clay and I am the sculptor And if I can not see it in my mind, then it's Because I allowed myself to be blind. You have to hold it, and feel it, and see it take shape Otherwise it will be much too late. You have to shape it and give it a heart that breathes And pumps life into its body and soul Until that mold starts to take hold. To feel it in your every being to the point That's the only thing you're seeing. It has to become a part of you And you a part of it Until it becomes like a glove With a perfect fit. I wanted it quickly - I wanted it fast But when you're in a hurry it will not last. I gave it up quickly and dropped it on the floor Hoping to pick it up again once more. But it was picked up by the wind and to the sea It started its spin -taking my dream to the shipyard grave Where at last it could not be saved. So to all dreamers - I caution you this Hold on to your dream and don't dropp it.