Dreamers

Where leafy vines and bristled  thorns
Are evenly laced with mist
The dreamer and the realist
For a time may co-exist

But while the former spreads its arms
And clings to every place,
The latter causes dew to flee
From its long and narrow face

And in their role in nature's play
The realists do the same
Their world is left unfettered
By the tears of joy or shame

Dreams that reach out to be shared
May sometimes go astray
And so they climb much slower
On their melancholy way

It is an irony perhaps
That dreamers see so much,
But it is through their dreams that nature
Dares to keep in touch

With human cares that live inside
Hearts that still grow wings
While realists preoccupy
Their minds with petty things


But if there is a glad response
To things that dreamers feel,
For a moment their imaginings
Are gardens vast and real

And while the pace of their impact
On world affairs is slow
There is no limit to how fast
Their counterparts can grow


Their prickly arms sometimes pierce through
The hearts of tender flowers,
But mist always comes back again
In unexpected showers

Although the eyes of the heady mind
Often miss life's painful part
They seldom find the grand and noble
Joys of the dreamer's heart
Up-Pity

Somewhere on self-made pedestals
The haughty stand alone
Watching those on lower ground
From an ivory-colored throne

So self-assured in manner;
Underneath, so insecure;
They need to demonstrate their worth,
So they dominate the floor

This space becomes their forum
Where they preach their sermonette
To remind us of their efforts great,
Lest we should dare forget

That they are far superior
And should be treated thus
By simple, common people
Like all the rest of us

While waving their credentials
Like the flag of the winning side
They often reveal a lonely soul
Set apart in the name of pride;

In a social class; in a clique elite;
Following the status quo;
Unaware of all the feeling
That is flowing down below;

Not in the mediocrity
They place on others' worth
But on the solid and secure
Place known as "down to earth"

Where how we treat all others is
The most important thing;
And success in measured, not by laurels,
But by the love we bring
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