The Dreamer

A dreamer’s power does not come from where he rests
But from the smile that grazes his face as he sleeps
When the world around him crumbles and the tears it sweats
Who is to tell him that he is not a king among realists,
 for giving birth to the hope upon which they rest.
So when the time comes the he must wake,
Place trust in the dreams that he will make
 For they are the seeds of hope that grow the day.

shipwrecked

Heres an old poem I found that I never got around to publishing-   Shipwrecked
If my life is a vessel,
Then I think this ships goin down.
How I miss my comforts,
How I miss the feel of solid ground. 
I miss how things used to be,
Where I could run away,
And the world would chase after me.
We know its not that way,
Now Cast out the lifeboats,
Just to bring me ashore,
Because the tide will wash away fears
And wash in some more