Caravan of Dreams
So many hearts,
suspended upon
this aching rift of time.
We move about
on islands of past remembrances
embrace within the shadows of
desire and loss
longing for love
hoping for reprieve.
Our stories
though separate
are somehow the same,
our feelings though genuine
rise up from the same creation.
Seeds from the same fruit
carried upon the eternal wind
born of cosmic stellar dust
hurtling through icey
expanses of silence and void.
We long for completion,
ache for wisdom and
ride the currents with
hope in our bosom,
dreams in our back pocket,
transient vagabonds.
Yet, the spidery arms of
death
will finally catch us,
ultimate reality within this
caravan of dreams.
As a writer, I pluck from this caravan the essence of all my characters. For me, they represent the essence of humanity and are the reflections of the panorama of human experience. The conclusions they reach about living and the actions they take while moving through their own particular time are all legitimate in their own right. They all part of this wondrous caravan of dreams. It is here where fiction merges with reality.
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