Onset Of A Dream Poem by Emmanuel Vallie

Aspirations
The pen on blank slate
Trembling fingers and a doubtful mind
The bones in the dry valley waiting for a whisper
Build me some muscle
And breathe a soul into my nostrils
Let me live

The onset of dream
Is it a wish or a will?
Desire so passionate
That breathes soul into its nostrils
Watch as I take this baby steps
And grow with time
As you nature me

The onset of dream
Is it jealous?
Or admiration
That sparked a flame within your heart
To drive you mad and chase the wind with a plastic bag
Just to grab your own and own
The servant turning into a master

The onset of dream
When I grow up
What is to become of me
For even the grown up ask
What am I to become
The onset of dreams
Wooing reality to become alive like a seed

Poet: Emmanuel Vallie