Dream

The following is a poem written by my son, Tristan.

I,
who have dared to dream,
have seen the truth in lies
and hope in schemes,
have realized the visions of true serenity;
of peace in war,
rest in calamity.
I have been there,
done that,
loved it,
lost it,
gained it...
only to give back
thru pieces of tranquil lost,
will unseparated,
hate for my fate,
in whole for the sacrifices
that took place.
The hole in my soul burrows deep.

For only I know
the gifts that are given
sent from above
don't always resemble
the peace,
the fig tree
the olive branch,
the dove.
The promises of peace
that seem to cease
as the sun beacons the rise,
illuminating the darkness
catching the moon by surprise
giving it no choice
but retire and sigh.

I,
I who want more,
I who want so much more,
giving flight to my excite
incorporating greed in my breath
which pumps the veins
which pursues the lies
that American Pie has dished up as truths
which highers the heights
but I'm lower than lows.
I'm rags to riches
than riches to rags
how low does this go
before the have nots
are the not so's.
The kick downs,
the beat downs
the let go's.
But I who dare to dream
But I who dare to dream.
I want more
I want so much more
~Tristan DeMers