What Dreams are for
A poem spun off from a short sentence in the notebook that's been hanging in there for a while.
Dreams are the perfect conduit to transform the unsaid into the said, the unseen into the seen, the unknowable into the known, the cowardly into the risktaker. A great stage to practice and tweak every tune before the best and truest performance. A clean page to lay out every sketch and stray idea in pencil before marrying them to ink. A blank slate with a guarantee beyond zero. A realm as large any world or universe you're willing to explore. Let your telescope be a tool that discerns every idea you've actualized. That way your night sky is one full of stars to be proud of.