It can be wild, but sometimes quite tame. It can be magical, a fanciful game.
It can be strong and defeat the weak. It can be loud, but portrayed as mere meek.
It can be sweet while still tasting sour. It can feel tiny and crumble like a tower.
It can go slow, your feet running so fast. We plan for the future, as it becomes our past.
It can be quite pleasant when compared to the dark. It can feel invisible. Pray you leave your own mark.
It can be undefined, the path not so clear, holding onto sadness mixed in with fear.
It can be meadows growing next to the marsh, a gentle light breeze, before a gale so harsh.
It can be the sun dancing gracefully with the moon. Both shining so vibrant but waiting for gloom.
It can be fire, holding our breath waiting for rain. The eerie calmness before the extreme pain.
It can be kindness in a world full of evil. Encouraging compassion for all the people.
It can be rivers flowing into vast seas, washing away all the sorrow and tears.
It can be flowers amongst all the weeds. Like all of your wants and all your needs.
But It will be hope. Hold tightly, my dear. With love and respect, your heart beats, your sincere.
Thank you for reading!
Zoe Bella-Aster 💜
All posts in The Dream Drifter Stories is a work of fiction (unless the post category is ‘Latest News’ – then it is a factual update. Or is it stated otherwise). Names, characters, places and incidents either are product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.