Day 345: Memories of a Dream

Sometimes the most comfortable thing to do is to not make plans. It is in accepting that there is something beautiful about finding things as they happen. In the moment of these quiet and restless inspirations, we are able to write, draw, sing and sometimes simply be. All I sometimes need is the feeling that the lines between dreams are blurry at best, maybe these are memories of things that are yet to happen. Maybe wishing for things or maybe sometimes accepting time as it comes to you, in perfect packages of 24 hours and yet feeling they are never enough. For now memories of a dream is what I wake up with, maybe even act upon. After all, we are storytellers as we write stories everyday.
Keep dreaming and tonight enjoy just an extra hour of sleep if you may :)

Memories of a Dream
The alto and the tenors that in my head they play
While we sing some songs, that in our memories stay
We are doing our best, dreaming what we need
Finding our winnings and never accepting defeat

The paintings on a napkin page or writings we exchange
As though codes in a hidden language that only we can create
While the cold days refuse to let go of us; for now
You are still the month of May, I am stuck in April somehow

Memories of a dream we remember so clear
Things that feel so true and the ones we hold dear
Then again, we are day dreamers & realist alike
We are singing as though on stage but without a mic

These days that are somewhere in between transitions
Between thoughts and some restless inspirations
We are unplanned at best, we are somehow at ease
Hoping for more memories, in dreams when we sleep