Dreams…

“Dreams…
What are dreams?
Moments etched in time,
Swept in strokes on twilight canvases
Vast as the cosmos

Quiet lullabies echoing through the purple dawn.
Dreams…

The farthest reaches of imagination fulfilled endlessly evolving in leaps, bounds…
Hidden beauty in unexpected places.

Sculptures of perfect imperfections.
These are dreams.

Sublime journeys beyond the extraordinary.
Sad shadows of requiems long ago.

Forms and formlessness.
Textures that radiate cascading visions and colorful sounds.
Dreams that shimmer between wishes and stars.

Mystery, majesty.
Transcendent they soar through infinite possibilities…“

-Gabriel Byrne