Dear Dreamers - Rhea Madhoun

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R A E D DREAMERS

- RHEA MADHOUN

DEAR DREAMERS,

Rhea has always loved writing. Ever since she was a child, writing has been her safe haven, a chance for her to delve deep into a world built on imagination and fantasy. Being infatuated with the art of poetry, she spends her free time writing poems around various themes, one of which being the infamous subject of love.

What forsaken being Can bathe in the sunlight undisturbed? What lonely doe Can drink at the river’s edge? What hopeless dreamer Can hopelessly dream of the future so unknown And make it across the great ocean Completely, utterly, perfectly alone?

Ignore the rules, traditions, and conventions, for they are meant to be broken. After all, the sea does not flow where we command it, does it? It flows the earth’s crust, carving beaches and rocks, wrecking entire fleets in its fury and connecting us all in its mercy. Dear dreamers, May I tell you a secret? That unconditional romance you desire? That passionate fairytale you believe does not exist in this harsh reality? It does exist, as long as you are willing to seek it out. Hear no more of the rumors, for they are crude drawings to true roses.

DEAR DREAMERS,

Rhea has always loved writing. Ever since she was a child, writing has been her safe haven, a chance for her to delve deep into a world built on imagination and fantasy. Being infatuated with the art of poetry, she spends her free time writing poems around various themes, one of which being the infamous subject of love.

Dear dreamers, Listen to the sweet melody of your hearts’ beat, For it renders all but love, completely, utterly, perfectly obsolete.

As heartstrings connect two souls In love, life, and death. As eyes meet At love at first sight. As dreamers dream And dreams come true. The star-crossed lovers shall meet And their love shall, in its fervor, renew.

So, dear dreamers, may I tell you a secret? That unconditional romance you desire? That passionate fairytale you believe does not exist in this harsh reality? It does exist, as long as you are willing to seek it out. It exists in the songs of the birds, the sun on the endless horizon. It exists in the fields of endless daffodils, the winds against the grass.

DEAR DREAMERS,

Rhea has always loved writing. Ever since she was a child, writing has been her safe haven, a chance for her to delve deep into a world built on imagination and fantasy. Being infatuated with the art of poetry, she spends her free time writing poems around various themes, one of which being the infamous subject of love.

It exists in the sky, a blanket of deep blue. It exists in the twinkling lights, the craters of the moon. It exists in the soft confessions said under the candle-light. It exists in the dances of lovers under the moonlight. It exists in the gentle embrace of a loved one and the kisses to the cheek of a beloved. It exists in Verona, a testament to a love prohibited.

Dear dreamers, Believe in love, for it is truly a gift. A blessing that will send your heart adrift. Listen dearest, to this gentle lullaby, The beating of your heart, which resonates with mine. Dream, my love, of this sweet fantasy, And from the loneliness and isolation we shall be free, “For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, that then I scorn to change my state with kings”