Meditative Poetry: The Dreamer’s Hope
They call me a dreamer;
They say I lead a meaningless life with no thoughts for the future;
They call me a time-waster because I idle the time away doing things they don’t understand,
thinking thoughts which are lost to them;
Time and Tide wait for no man, they all say;
But for me Time is no more:
Time has ceased to exist in this chaotic and pathos world our beloved Earth has become;
As for Tide – crimson with the stains of so many sacrifices, raging day to day with thundering fury;
It is chasing after man;
Suddenly consumed with passionate desire to bury man’s dreams and hopes in its foamibg brine.
And they call me worthless, too.
But I know that this is not true;
No, not so.
I am worthy! Worthy of my own dreams!
My dreams are big, and they are for real;
And my one particular dream which is to be the foundation for everlasting peace and happiness;
I carry the future of the world we peaceful citizens of this Earth would like to have –
I and others just like me;
Dreamers, all of us.
Not fighters nor commandos or soldiers of fortune,
But still, warriors in our own rights,
Soldiers of Peace, not wae.
It is true, I dream, but not for myself alone.
I dream of being a hero in a barren world;
A hero who has the overwhelming burden of being entrusted with, of all words to still carry a meaning : HOPE!
Oh yes, I carry hope within me;
A tiny but bright spark hidden within the shelter of my heart;
One pure, celestial burning ember within me.
But someday, this tiny, flickering spark will burst forth into a towering inferno which will see my dream come true:
A dream of a peaceful, serene world;
A dream of a community where Love and Compassion rule;
A dream where need for obedience rather than for sacrifices dwells;
A dream where Love is proven by actions as much as with words;
Where age does not exist and man does not strive for power;
Where those who Love do not humiliate, but protect;
A dream which will see brother and sister, mother and father, together again as a family;
And a dream where the tender and sensitive heart of a dreamer need not strive for respect and understanding from her peers.
A dream, my dream, of Live and Serenity.
A dreamer? Why, yes, I suppose that I am,
A dreamer of dreams,
Because I dare to hope.