Only a Dream

 Dreams are meant to stay unreal,
Soft imaginations we only feel;
Like when the rain begins to fall,
And the heart forgets the world and all.

It whispers softly, “Step outside,
Raise your face, let drops collide;
Open your hands, let the heavens flow,
And take your soul where dreamers go.”

As if the rain could wash away
Every wound life chose to stay;
As if beyond those silver streams
Wait heavenly worlds built out of dreams.

Yet still I stand behind the line,
Watching rain through glass and time;
Though storms have called me all these years,
I never stepped ahead of fears.

So there it stays—my quiet sky,
A dream I’ll love, but never try.