portrait of a dreamer

A Poem by Nastia

A dream i hold so close. Hoping. Praying that once it will be more than just a silly dream.
I hold a candle out to guide the path. The path the dream should take to be what i need it to be. A path full of sorrow. Full of twists, full of thorns it can not forsee.
Is this a dream or a path to reality. Silly me. A dreamer with a dream. With no way to make it real or seal its fate. Silly me for wishing it to be something it is not meant to be. But how to know what is a dream and what is reality and how to make a dream more than just a dream.
The candle dims as i loose hope. The twists and thorns within our path, far too great for me to pass with the lost hope that i now have.
Oh dream oh dream. I live a dream. A dream so great, a dream so unforseen. Oh dream oh dream, lead me to reality. Show me where i need to be. Show me where you become more than just a dream. More than what i need. Help me cross the path unknown to reach your depth, to reach you.
Oh dream oh dream, become my reality, for without that i am but a silly dreamer, with no hope, with no reason.
Hold me tight oh dream, let us be one and cross this path and make what i once dreamt be a reality.