When Words Were Stars #Wattys2014

My Greatest Dream

I could write for an alluring love song

Sing the harmonies, shout, play along

I could hum the poignant notes by heart

Lend my lips for solos and beautiful parts 

But at the end of each chorus, I'll ring like empty noise

If Love doesn't listen to the music of my voice.

Every measure is a melody gone wrong

If you are not my greatest song 

I could create a canvas filled with colors

Splash pastels and paint in all contours

Wave a good brush against the blank span

Craft a piece for all beauty and vibrance

But every brushstroke will be a gray streak

If Grace doesn't see all these colors I keep

My masterpiece will be a sullen sighting

If you are never this greatest painting

I could grow to be a perfect novelist

Piecing worlds for an endearing booklist

Wielding words that portray a grand adventure

Molding treasured stories for the earth to remember

But every word spent is a shout into the void

If your Heart doesn't beat behind the pages I hold

My stories are dust, futile like a fleeting memory

If you're not here to inspire my greatest story

I could live like a reckless dreamer

Toil for the skies, attain earthly pleasures

I'll seize my heart's days and dreams

Breathe my life on a timer

Collecting stars, climbing heights

I could pursue ten thousand lights

But unless you're the prize

At the end of these tireless nights...

My heart is a dire hole, it might seem.

If you are not my greatest dream

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Well, this has been a fun season to write romantic poems and allegories like this. Interpret this last piece the way you want.  There's been much about faith that these lines have been brimming with. :) 

Ineresting music on the side: I discovered a band called "My Epic" a few months back. Funny 'cause I thought of my username before coming across these guys. I did end up liking their lyrics and music a lot! :)

Hope you've enjoyed this little book! :) 

-Nicole