Dreams are real

Since I'm reciting the following poem tomorrow, I thought I might as well post it here. It's one of those things that pop out of my head when I get struck by mental lightning. Thanks to Gli Carpio for her valuable inputs on this poem :)

What does this have to do with building, you ask?

Much. Builders have to know how to dream.

Dreams are real

2010.04.10

Did you not know that dreams are real?
If they tell of true happiness,
they're as real as a mother is
to a child who sleeps in her arms.
And so for food and love he yearns,
not at all certain how he could
but entirely sure that he would,
so sure that he solemnly sleeps.
The woman gazes as she weeps,
her eyes on the fruit of her love,
which none dare convince her out of,
despite the storms that line their way.
Oh! What a smile it is that lay
about those cheeks so satisfied:
in his dreams as though glorified
beyond what his frail hands could reach.
A smile that simply serves to teach
a hope that rests on love received—
the reason of what is believed—
dreaming a dream entirely real.