Paper Telescope 


Formed from inginuity,

Forged in imagination,

A vessel of special interactions,

To construct and display images rarely seen by men. 

A view of the heart,

A picture of the soul,

Panoramas of pure poetry skirting  across the sky. 

Once our hearts are released they take to the sky. 

So every night, 

As I take out my delicate telescope,

I feast upon paintings of love,

Displays of devotion across the heavens.

Dreams and tears collide,

With sights beyond measure.

At every dawn the map is folded away,

Leaving our paper telescopes to trace the pathways forged in darkness by the illumination of our hearts. 

Every day is a journey. 

Every night an adventure. 

I left my heart in the stars,

So that’s where you’ll find me. 

Copyright Dream Beyond 2017

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Merriam-Webster's Dictionary defines a dream as, "a series of thoughts, visions, or feelings that happen during sleep; an idea or vision that is created in your imagination and that is not real; something that you have wanted very much to do, be, or have for a long time." Why dream only while we sleep? Who can say our dreams are not real? What is hindering us from our daydreams being our reality?

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