Monday, February 11, 2013

Dreams will come true

Dreams will come true, but only when
They make it through despair,
Limping into everyday
Transformed beyond repair. 
No dream would be a dream if it
Could pass for something real,
Nor would we sail for paradise
Would it its shoals conceal. 
So it is with love: the dream
Long longed for, now possessed,
Must be a dream no longer, but
An emperor undressed. 
Stark naked it must come to us
In unaccustomed shame,
And we must take it in our arms
And love it all the same. 
And we must love love as it is
That dreams might still come true,
Mangled into miracles
To make our lives new.

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