Dreams

Dreams that dared me
To live life unspoken.
Blazing faith with kings
And flying planes with angels.

Dreams that cursed me to believe.
I have walked milestones,
Turned stones into honey.
Dreams that spoke in volumes.

Nevertheless, caressed my inner
Desires to live in mountains.
In the depth of oceans
My name had been encrypted
On a silver platter of a golden rock.

Dreams that held my coming and going.
The loaded gun of my conscious self,
Subconsciously l resemble a weapon of mass destruction.

Dreams that breath through my nostrils,
My veins no stranger to their parading.
In the awakening hour
The little girl that spoke to  stars
Through an open curtain
Speaks to dreams buried.
Awake, awake faith knows no sleep.

The light alight in the dark,
Trespassed through souls.
Dreams that asked no questions
Yet held all answers.
Leaped through holes
And built bridges.

Dreams that dared me
The possibles seen impossible
through the iris  that knew
No depth spiritual fix.