Everyone

Dreams do not grow small

Everyone dreams a dream.

It begins with a quiet flutter of the heart,
pushes through wind and rain,
and even when it grows worn and small,
we dream, we hope,
holding an unnamed longing.

That longing ripens into earnestness,
and one day, we find ourselves loving the dream.

Even when no one notices,
even when someone says it means nothing,the dream pressed deep into the heart becomes a true life,becomes love.

Everyone dreams,
sometimes too shy to speak of it,
sometimes placing it far away with regret.

Still, a dream does not disappear.

Even if we do not search for its meaning,even if it brings no visible result,the dream we continue to hold
fills the heart and leaves us satisfied.

*these are my own paintings *