All of my Hopes and Dreams


In some sense of the idea,
I could, in all supposition,
Call myself none but a peaceful and brave sailor
Guiding a silver ferry boat
Across the most tumultuous waves in the ocean,
Hues of cobalt blue, and as
The sea foam rises and washes over the deck,
I listen cautiously to the voices that speak to me.
Although they are only heard by me,
They are the essence of my dream world.
They are my companions, and they I would not trade for
All of the treasure buried beneath the sand, and as I approach the dock, I proudly throw My anchor to the shore.
As I envision the rising moon,
My eyes cast themselves about the darkening sky, as
I try wholeheartedly to decipher the meaning of the Ursa Major,
The big bear that bravely watches over and protects me
From the evil spirits,
The thieves of my thoughts, and
All of my hopes and dreams,
My trails and tribulations,
I carry inside my mind,
They too are the true essence of my dream world, and
Are my constant companions.
All alone, though happily,
I sail my ship every night beneath the darkening sky,
As I engage in constant conversation with those voices that
Only I can hear,
I fear them not, I could never abhor for
They are a part of me,
As are my eyes or my heart and the lungs
Which without I couldn’t breathe,
And without my heart I could not love,
Although I have yet to find ardor in this life?
I shall always be that peaceful sailor, happily devouring my solitude,
Only accompanied by those phantasmal friends who speak to me,
Although I may pass another ship in the night,
I would never make eye contact with the one, who sails it,
For all my hopes and dreams would be shattered
If that person were to rob me of my thoughts?
As I cast my eyes about the darkening sky,
I can envision the rising moon,
And try to read the story behind the stars,
And as I question the story told by each and every constellation,
I search for that god that everyone believes in
There is only one thing that I believe –
That is, that all my hopes and dreams
My trials and my tribulations
Are the essences of my dream world?
As I sail my ship alone,
Every night beneath that darkening sky,
I thank that god that everyone seems to believe in
That I have those hopes and dreams,
For they are something that I can call my own,
Those thoughts I shall never allow anyone to steal,
And the only love I feel in that heart of mine
Is for my solitude and for my dreams,
And no matter how high the water rises, or
How rough the ocean,
I will always be that peaceful sailor
Manning that silver boat alone.
I wouldn’t trade my dreams
For all the treasure buried beneath the sand, and
As I cast my eyes across the darkening sky,
I can read my life’s story as written in the stars…

Claudia Krizay (schizoclaud)