I'm a dreamer, I always have been, 
But I believe in real dreams - 
I believe in  the possible. 

This doesn't stop me believing in miracles. 
There've been a couple, at the minimum, in my life 
But, again, they are possible to me
because of my belief in divine intervention,
which I truly believe is possible. 

My dreams have a habit of coming true. 
Maybe that's because once I begin to dream,
I am constantly  on the look-out for
opportunities to make that dream come true,
in whatever way possible, 
And I therefore tend to capitalise on
whatever opportunity comes my way,
in order to make my dream possible. 

Yes, I am a powerful believer in dreams
and well aware of a capacity to manifest them, 

But what happens when logic and realism steps in? 
They tend to preclude some dreams. 
Even with divine intervention, with miracles, 
things have to occur within the real context, 
and by the natural laws, of life. 
God works with 'what is' to manifest 'what can be.' 

For me, that presents a difficulty at times. 
Life has changed over the years. 
I've got older and am not as fit or capable in many ways,
as  I once was, and
many opportunities have passed me by
and will never manifest now
simply because of time and place, because 
of the reality of my life; 

But I haven't stopped dreaming,
only now there are times when these dreams
are no more than fantasy -
because they simply can't become manifest
within the realm of my life
as it has become today 
or even will be tomorrow. 

For instance, I might dream of
having my lithe young body back again
but, though I might lose weight or get fit, 
the lithe young body can never return,
even by a miracle 
- because certain things have changed to alter my body 
and not even surgery would fix it now. 
So, any dream of having my lithe young body 
is merely fantasy or nostalgia. 

Dreaming can become painful
when it is merely fantasy,
especially if the yearning
overloads your mind or heart. 

These days, I often find myself in this position. 
Never having been a 'dreamer' who dreams idly, 
I haven't been here before, 
And there's a great deal of frustration and anguish
in dreaming of the impossible. 

Often, I find it easier to quash the dream altogether 
and to make myself face my reality for what it is, 
But the funny thing about doing that is that I am 
left feeling empty.  I miss my fantasies. 
Some part of me just can't give them up. 

I hope there are yet dreams for me to manifest, 
things possible to attain. 
I don't care if the odds are great 
- I know that if something is even only 
a little possible, then it IS possible. 

But truly impossible, utterly unmanifestable fantasies 
have to be slotted where they belong 
- in the realm of entertainment... 
And maybe, there, I can find an outlet for 
the anguish that comes with them - as a storyteller. 
Who knows?