There're Dreams and Then There're Dreams

There're Dreams and Then There're Dreams

As he watched the snow fall outside his window, he prayed for his dream to come through.  But he lost all hope.  He knew her hatred would always be there.  And even God was helpless.  He prayed anyway.  With the coming of Christmas and the cleansing of sins by Him, he knew she would never forgive him for him being him, but how does one give up on 'hope'?  He saw the future after Christmas and saw it was no good.  How does he dream away the future without losing her?  He dreamed her heart would open and see the good that could be.  The princess needing and wanting family to be what she could be.  Yet, family never to be.  The princess never to be what she could be.  It torn his heart seeing the snowflakes fall for they will melt for sure like the princess in the land of reality.  No dreams, no hopes, no wishes.  No one to be there truly for her.  Her spirit like none other for she was blessed by God.  His spirit to be the princess' warrior, her champion.  After Christmas, no more.  He dreamed it would not be so.  The blood of blood surely will say no, "It will not be."  There're dreams never to be true.  He forged ahead even though to the gate of Above Cognitive for then there're dreams God will make true.

One snowflake fell on the glass.  He stared so deeply into it.  He saw it was clear, no white.  What did it mean?  Not all appears as it appears.  Can we say that about dreams?  He watched another snowflake land.  Again, so deeply he stared.  It looked nothing like the other snowflake.  Plain and dull to sight.  No purpose, no direction.  Just there.  Then, with the quickness of life, another snowflake fell together with the one.  Together they became one.  Could their dream be his?  They reached beyond the gate of Above Cognitive for now together they were 'more' ready to be closer to God.  Could his dream come true, too?  Her beauty ate at his heart.  The purpose she gave to him.  To get closer to God.  She the key.  She knew so.  What would be greater?  Her love for God or her hatred of him.  His dream never to be.  Sometimes Satan bars the door to God and people don't see.  The gate to Above Cognitive for him nailed as He on the cross.

The warrior, the champion, battling the queen for the princess and her happiness.  A dream.  When does the warrior give up the fight and admit defeat, or never give up on the princess and give his last breath for her as the queen looks down with joy?  Or should the glee be the queen and warrior being one showering the princess with the gems of happiness, hopes, wishes, and dreams.  The crown jewel showing the little one the way to God.  But how does one overcome hatred when it is so pleasing to Satan's seed in the soul.  The pleasures, excitement and thrills of the animal in all of us.  The queen slaying the warrior on his weakened knees.  How do you stand tall against one you love?  Only in a dream that is a nightmare.  In his last breath, his last sight was of the princess.  Unaware of the battles and the war.  Her happiness he would never destroy.  Forever he will have a restless soul seeking amends for failure.  His love for the queen his downfall.  Satisfying her hatred with his death his gift to her.  Failing God his lost for never walking through the gate and beginning his journey to Above Cognitive.

There're dreams and then there're dreams.  There're dreams that come true and, then, are reality.  There're dreams that will always only be dreams.  There're dreams that never were dreams.  There're dreams that will live in death.  There're dreams that never were.  The princess called out for the warrior.  Her dream to see him again.  The queen's dream the princess forgets the warrior and all the memories.  Years passed, or was it days.  The princess laid down in a field of clover.  Flew down an Angel and touched her forehead.  Her dream became reality.  The warrior thanked the Angel and God.  With the princess' head in his lap asleep, he stroked her face and forehead feeling the still warm touch of the Angel.  In the distance, he saw the queen.  Helpless to draw his sword as she got near him.  Standing above him, he saw her hand near a dangling dagger on her side.  A cry of victory and his death on her tongue he felt coming.  "We, family.  I do love you, too."  There're dreams that come true and, then, are reality in the land of Above Cognitive.  Beyond the gate.  Or, is it all a dream of written words of the continuing story of the journey to Above Cognitive and the final reward?"