the bird...

Hold

fast

to

dreams, 

for

if 

dreams

die, 

life

is a 

broken

winged

bird 

that

cannot

fly.

a dream deferred...

What happens to a  

dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun.....
......Or does it

explode?

bring me your dreams...

Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamer,
Bring me all your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.

dreams on the wing...

hold fast to dreams
for if dreams die
life is a broken-winged bird
that cannot fly

hold fast to dreams
for when dreams go
life is a barren field
frozen with snow