Dreamer

In a land where dust stirs in the morning
and settles in the night
where everything is candy coated and full of life
with rain drops of gold
where the moon cradles our hopes
and the sun holds our dreams
Ransom notes
and finger prints
caress the end of the pointless organization of the way the world works
the darkness within the beauty
the light through the cracks
the flame in the dark room
the dark room in a sun filled world
what we see is what we do
the stars will guide
and the wind will direct
the orchestra of our lives
music notes go up and down
flowing from side to side
never wavering always sure of were to go
where to be
on the beat
never off
flowing in a line so straight
breaks on beats 2 and 4
and runs on 5 and 6
making choices on a beat
making sure it all fits into place
a puzzle of wonder
a wonder puzzle
lost in a storm of thoughts
looking to the stars for guidance
when the wind directs its orchestra in a symptomatic manor
symbols clashing
violins humming
drums beating
music to our ears
but horror to our eyes
that is why we are dreamers
dreaming of what should be