The Dreamer

It's been ages since I arranged my words into poetry, but ages have assisted in the uncovering of my passion. It's funny, but I wrote this poem in the car, driving through West Virginia on my way back to Pennsylvannia. The questions were haunting me as I thought about where I had gone all these years.

Dreamer, Dreamer, what do you dream?
Where is your passion;
When will you lead?
To where shall we follow;
And when shall we leave,
If ever you’ll lead us,
Oh Dreamer who dreams?

Dreamer, Dreamer, remember your dream,
And those days filled with passion
When you promised to lead?
For you were content to follow,
Until the day you believed
That you were meant to lead us—
The Dreamer who dreams.

But Remember, oh Dreamer, Who made you to dream,
Who clothed you with passion
And chose you to lead.
It’s He whom you’ll follow
Whenever you lead.
And wherever you’ll lead us,
The Dreamer will dream.

So, Dreamer, Dreamer, tell us your dream.
Show us your passion,
It’s time for you to lead.
Together we’ll follow
For the journey bids us leave;
Today, if you’ll lead us,
Oh Dreamer who dreams.