I’m just a dreamer

Sometimes, deep in the dead of the quiet nights
I have laid down my deep old plans quietly like the dead
Visions of that which is ought to be creep in, sneakily
Like a thief in the night they sneak into my quiet sleep
I’m clueless I’m just a thief stealing from beyond the steep
As I realize I’m already at the crack of dawn
I realize I cannot let my night’s vision down
I battle between pulling my visions to this time
Or dragging my being to the time of my vision
One way or another, the visual becomes clearer
I kick yesterday’s old, aching and tired corpse out of me
And I breathe in a new determination into me
I begin to make that which is ought to be, be
People begin to call me a genius
O, dear you people, I’m just a dreamer!
A visionary who sees visions
I’m not even sure if my visions will wake me to reality
Any day now
And any night, for now,
I’m just a dreamer!


Mongi C. Nkabindze

You were gold
You were green
You were the chameleon in my dreams.

You were bright
You were beautiful
You were ripping apart at the seams.

You were simple
You were smart
You were sneaking off into the dark.

You were confused
You were content
You were the ember to my spark.

You were there
Then you were gone
You were the dream I didn't want to wake from.