It’s been a long time since I read the amazing works of Shel Silverstein (yep, he of the Where the Sidewalk Ends magic and more). I’m not even sure where my copies of his books are at. Surfing around, I came across one of my favorite poems of his and thought that I’d gush about it here. Needless to say, this particular poem is a favorite of a lot of people for obvious reasons.
This brief moment in time is for all the dreamers out there. There are a lot of us whose heads are full of stardust and fantasy, which is as it should be. For without the magic and the nonsensical creativity that is dormant within us all, we would not have the amazing moments of sheer wonder on which we all thrive. Because dreams are the doorways into a world that is just waiting to be set free, just so that it can see what we would do with all of the magic it carries. Writers like Shel…heck, every creative person out there turns reality into something joyful and heartfelt. And we all know that we can use a whole lot more of that.
Keep breathing life into whatever fantasy that tantalizes you. Those fantasies are the food for your mind, heart, and soul. And they can move the smallest and the largest if they’re given a chance.
