It is not that time <br />Or sands falling <br />Keep us anchored to the world <br />Or that dreams <br />Might have purpose beyond our will <br />Or that tears <br />Do not wash away our hurt <br /> <br />Such is the mystery infinite <br />Of our blood, dreams <br />And DNA <br /> <br />Such is the simplicity <br />Of a raindrop <br />That tastes of magic <br />Whose caress whispers <br />Life <br />Whose dance thrills us to the bone <br />(Yet still we do not join in) <br /> <br />Such is the miracle of blackbird <br />Who with one song <br />Can heal our soul <br />And inspire our day <br />Even under the darkest of heavens <br /> <br />How an occasion <br />Or encounter not planned <br />Can change the colour of our mood <br />Perhaps the course of our life <br />Make of nothing <br />Everything <br />Perhaps <br />Shake us from our discontent <br />So that each moment <br />Becomes <br />And is savoured <br />Embraced as a gift <br />Each breath a miracle <br /> <br />Any moment of the millions <br />We come to know <br />Might unveil the universe <br />Or allow us vision to within <br />Revealing both our beauty <br />And our truth <br />And that of a world <br />We have yet to imagine. <br /> <br />7th January 2013.<br /><br />Anthony Lee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-purpose-of-dreams/
