I Am Made of a Trillion Dreams

I am made of a trillion dreams

Carefully sewn together and held by hope

I am a patchwork of possibility

Each tiny thread a symmetry of chance and desire

I am carefully sewn together and held by hope

I am the far off universe’s close up reflection

Each tiny thread a symmetry of chaos and possibility

I am the dust matter of the long burned out stars of ago

The far off Universe’s close up reflection can be seen in me

I am the song of barely whispered wishes on a soft evening wind

A phoenix from the flame of the big bang rising up from the ash

I am the echo of creation and siren song of the end eternal now

But one song of a barely whispered wish on a puff of cool air

I am the multitude of tears shed for hopes never fulfilled

And the reverberation of dreams with sleepy eyes opening again

I am both the pain and pleasure of the always present now

I am the multitude of tears shed for hopes never fulfilled

The quiet sigh of satisfaction at another goal accomplished

I am the pain of passing moments the pleasure of what simply is

A knot of flesh barely containing a soul of eternity

I am the quiet sigh of satisfaction the grin of accomplishment

I am the sum of silences from before my birth and after my death

I am a blanket of flesh barely holding back the next big bang

I am made of a trillion dreams