If Life Were but a Dream

by Michalann Clark

If life were but a dream, Full of lilies and daffodils

I would fly in the northern wind And into a beautiful blue moon. I would soar in the feeling of love, And never feel the plummet of defeat. I would sing till the sunrise

And my feet will never tire From dancing to the beat. I would be happy and never Feel the ache of sorrow, And the trees forever green, The honey always sweet. I would always feel at rest Even when put to the test Of this thing called life

That’s restless and strained. Loss would not exist, and the tears dry. I would always be fulfilled With my perfect lullaby

And when I look up to the sky I would have no worries

Not if I would see the sun rise tomorrow Or lose everything to my crazy ambitions Of a perfect life.

But if life were but a dream

I couldn’t appreciate the wonders of it I would just be living a lie. Locked in a cage where perfection lies. I would be stuck with only a dream, not a life Full of wants that are unfulfilled by my desire to live And a desire to fly in the best sky there is, life.

So, if life were but a dream it would not be a life

But a replica of a fake we made up in our minds And not with our hearts where the brokenness hides and sees the truth and cannot deny what’s real And what is made up of pictures of lies.