Day 8: Floating Dreams and Love

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Poetry Camp (February)
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Day 8: Floating Dreams and Love

Dear Aya Shinozaki,

Dreams float. Left to themselves,
They'll float into the void that is space-time
Till they pop or fade away.
Dreams are like balloons, you see.
We don't want too many of them to float away
And go kaboom now, do we? Because if they do,
Then we won't have a home to live in,
And humans like you won't have a home-away-from-home
When they sleep.
They'll just go to sleep without any dreams,
And that will be sad for all of us.

You see, dreams are important.
Dreams lift up humanity from the doldrums of their lives,
Give people hope, and give people a reason to keep going.
Dreams are the anchor on which we both live,
And our love is the lifeline on which you (and we)
Can hang on to those dreams.
We need people to hang on to their dreams:
Our homes, our livelihoods, and our lives
Depend on your strength.
Our lives are in your hands,
Which is why we love you.

We need you more than you know,
And you need our love, our compassion,
And our guidance more than ever.
We are nothing without you.
As long as you hold on to your dreams,
As long as you believe in them,
As long as you have faith in them,
We will be with you in your darkest moments.
We will light your way in the dark with our love.

This is our love letter to you.
We love you, we believe in you,
And we're with you.

Love,

Sakura & Momoka

(To be continued . . .)

A/N: This is an experiment in which I took one of my prose passages and divided them up into lines of free verse. I did this once before in the first poem of my Challenge Yourself collection, where in I divided a comment I made on someone's poem into something more presentable. This shows that poetry need not have rhyme, meter, or syllable counts to be a poem. Everyday speech can be poetic if divided into lines that add emphasis on what's being said, which heightens the effect of how we think or feel. That is the true spirit of poetry, in written and spoken form.

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