Dream Weaving

What do you do with your dreams,

The things you wish or long for?

Do you tuck them into the recesses of your mind,

To dust them up in quiet times, and press rewind?

Or do you build that spark,

Long enough to start a fire.

Does the fire die out from strong winds,

Or stand the test of time, blazing bright, refusing to retire?

May your dreams get more than a passing glance,

More than a moment’s thought.

May attention and curiosity be your stance,

So they are not for naught.