Dreams

I think it's because when we were children
Lips smeared with chocolate cake
And sidewalk chalk
We used to dream about these experiences fervently
As if the more time we spent
Playing them out behind our
Closed eyelids like silent movies
The more reachable they became
And now we've grown up and
We're on the threshold of actually living them
It's hard to accept that with real beauty come real flaws
And it takes courage
To relinquish the perfect dreams of childhood
And to accept life in all its imperfections
But when we do
We open ourselves to the possibility
Of living out that silent movie
In full colour
And with the most beautiful music
Playing behind our sidewalk chalk silhouettes