Dreams

Dreams appear as visions Arising through the holes in my consciousness Dissatisfaction with this life of isolation means I dream of creating a place A community Where creative souls could come together and thrive On earth Sharing the beauty of their art or even just their personal and collective pain At a time of critical transition

Is this dream just a vain imaging Or is it a little seed that is being planted Can I bring some form to it With words and images

First there would be a parcel of land Surrounded with trees : ameandering stream A chapel like space for reflection and prayer With a space for dancing An outdoor cafe with chairs and tables in a small orchard  And another room perhaps to dine together

There would singing, music, poetry and dancing Wandering bards and troubadors Sneaking out of bushes Lovers kissing on green grass And a bonfire around which everyone gathered

Birds would come and other wild animals To santifiy the space

Could my dream become a reality Or is it all just hot air?