The Golden Thread

Let the dream come to you
Let it gently nudge you awake in the wee hours of the morning
Listen to its whispers
Let it invite you to play like your childhood best friend
Go play with great abandon

Dreams come to us
They wish to live
They float on the breeze and enter our hearts
They are meant for us
Only we know their musings, their depth, their beauty
It is up to us to nurture them
To set them free
To let them fulfill their own destiny