Dream, Child

Dream, Child by Solomon King

Dream. Like never before.

Dream, child. More fiercely and wondrously than the dreams of yesteryear. Dream and listen not to the taunting voice of careless mistake past, but rather, heed the cheer of lessons learned and a path well troden.

Dream of the impossible. And dream of the insane. Dream of crimson skies blazing with a thousand cold suns. Dream, the fiercest heats of numbing cold. The blinding clarity of the scent of zero.

Dream.

The kaleidoscope dances of midnight rainbows. Dream the whispers of thunder and the roar of silent laughter.

Remember the dreams that filled and gave purpose to your yearning soul. Remember the dreams that woke you up to furiously scribbled midnight epiphanies.

Remember those dreams, and remember well. Gossamer wings and scarlet flight. Inky space and time’s turbulent ordered chaos. You remember don’t you?

Those fleeting dreams, child… those dreams that you rejected so carelessly… they were the first rays of a brilliant dawn.

So. Dream, child.

Again. Like never before.