Dreams

I often write my dreams
upon wispy clouds floating by,
and on distant stars
twinkling up high...
I wonder why?

I don't write my dreams
on steadfast trees,
or on mountains that rise
from the ashes beneath...
I wonder why?

Do I know that each dream
is born in a space,
where longing and faith
mate in silence and grace?

Or do I love the adventure
of looking up into the sky,
to behold with wonder
the beauty that Life reveals and hides?