Oh dreamer, 

the world wants to see your 

soul.

Your burning heart, 

your tangled ideas,

your iridescent hope,

and  

sharp-as-blade sorrows.

The world needs 

them.

 

Oh dreamer, we need

your fairylands 

fantastic, 

quiet seashores, 

dragons untamable,

faraway travelers searching for 

their story,

and

those golden castles you 

built from the very 

sands 

of your soul.

 

Oh dreamer,

shattered starlight makes up 

your brain,

silver and blue in the night.

Sunset horizons at the 

tips 

of your fingers, 

bursting at the seams.

Your heart,

it is made of diamonds,

glass shimmering 

in the desert.   

 

Oh dreamer,

leave us your 

monsters 

in the deep,

your harvest moons and 

mazes of plot-twists,

fallen heroes,

forgotten fires flickering on 

distant shores. 

Your uncharted realms, 

exotic lands,

red candlelight shining in the 

endless darkness,

ships formed from the mist of your 

imagination.   

 

Oh dreamer,

The world needs your pen.

The world needs your tattered 

and torn pages. 

Your highway of tears and fears,

they are beautiful.

They are perfect,

and they will change the world.

So don’t stop, dreamer.  

Don’t ever stop,

because the world is waiting for you,

and you’d better give it a magnificent 

show of fireworks 

and words.

Dreamer…

this is your time.