Faded looking glass, distorting the image staring back at me. Lies are all you whisper, reflecting nothing more than a stranger, hiding beauty from my seeking eyes.
But now I know your secret: true beauty resides not in my reflection, but within my heart.
Wisps of glitter, golden sunbeams, vibrant rainbows; dreams fill the air, the scent of Spring blossoms. Chase them through the corridors of your imagination, waltz with them as you sleep. Capture them and store them in the bright chambers of your heart.
Dreams are strange things: they'll slip through your fingers like foggy sand if unlived. Don't let them escape.
"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams."
~ Eleanor Roosevelt ~
Picture Credits: * "Psyches Dream" by Josephine Wall * "Ocean Dreams" by Jim Warren * "Stairway of Dreams" by Josephine Wall