The Quiet of Wonder

We could follow suit with our dreams,

every moment that made us feel alive.

Admittedly we weren’t bothered losing sleep,

the reduction of our dreams we’d endure.

Oh, to lose oneself in something not felt

in our waking hours. Only fantasy and memory.

How many chances will I always receive?

They are beautiful in their simplistic truth.

I’m going there soon, please open the gates.

Let my reality pause, harmonize our quiet wonder.