Glimmers

We dream to dream. The impossible dream. The daring dream.
Dreaming of things we want or wanted
Of things that are heavenly
And then we hold those things in our arms
Cup their faces in our hands
and we cry.

Tears carry our joy away and replace it with
Sorrow? Disappointment? Reality?
How can something so loved hurt so much?
What fatal flaw did we miss?
Gazing at our own desires
outside of us.

The joy is hidden inside the dreams
Folded up in the love that is
Tucked into tiny pockets here and there
Not a veil that blurs everything
But glimmers of light for those
Who take the time to look.