What are dreams?

Dreams are chrysalises.

What are you now,

enclosed in that hard protective case?

Oh, little pupa, are you safe?

Do you long to escape,

stretch you wet, crumpled wings

and fly?                

                                                                                                             

Dreams might look dead.

But…

dreams released

are new creatures

longing to soar.    

                                                                                                             

What are dreams?

Dreams are jack pine seeds.

What are you now,

resin-glued in that hard, thick cone?

Oh, little seed, are you safe?

Do you long to escape

   in the forest fire blaze

and sprout?                

                                                                                                         

Dreams might look imprisoned.

But…

dreams freed

are giant trees

yearning to grow.                                                                                                           

Dream…