Dreams (by Deathwalker)

This is a poem that I have written a while back... it was more of a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing.

Dreams
The empty dream, It devours the heart, swallowing it in a sea of grief, It weighs down the mind, crushing it with a mass of disappointments, It burns the soul in a fire that gives off no light.

A dream fulfilled, It caresses the heart, granting the gift of contentment, It lightens the mind, further opening it to new promise, It warms the soul in a fire that glows with radiant light.

If left unpursued, dreams can only be dreams. When seized, they become the future.