Dream A Little Dream

A Poem by Pablo Cole

　
And when loves becomes compulsive
I do know what I will do
I will fight the good fight
I will overcome the numbness
That is all I require myself to do
Never to intentionally hurt another
Not to try to
To hear more than my own voice
My own thoughts
To not see everything reflecting on me
To see the worth and rationality
Of this whole great human race
Greatly good or greatly evil
It mostly seems to lie in between
O, I must make my heart pure
I must become more
Before I can lay down in love

I only see so much of existance
It brings me enigmatic smiles
There's growth in knowledge
I value my silence and humor my misery
I welcome this world's pop culture confusion
And turn off the news
Because there is more than hype and pain
I laugh all the while
I try to

Tomorrow? What then of me?
This declaration is a tune which serves to sustain
In my dreaming, my imagination, my self delusional goals
I only wanted to dream
So I'd have something in the sky
I could step forward and walk towards
I keep the secret of bliss to me
So, as life contends

O such forms and shape and color and wild wonder
Coming back to the rose
I remember again what is love
Not every falling into it is for vanity
And daring words I propose

People do die, people do get hurt
So I hold them dearer in my heart
Like a tear
I see their pain, their suffering, their singing desire, their voice
And it is so much less gray than I thought
I rise consciously to my fears
Is this confidence, this optimism blind?
There is no magic bullet to kill the beast finally
At least not on my hip
There are rational reasons to help other people yet
There is a friendly world that can be seen
There is still a waiting kiss
At least in the warmth of the near sun
Calms and soothes me
Siting by the river bed
My heart, like the sun
Rising, falling, dancing with castle clouds
Playing
Just for the two of us
Ah, there has got to be so much more than this
There is so much more
God, it's time to make amends!

I fall passionately into dreams