a dreamer’s ode to the encountered long awaited dream would probably be something cheesy like this —

I waited for you my whole life though I did not know your accurate shape or size or whether you were at all a thing I could touch smell breathe and make my daily bread

in the waiting I was looking and while looking I have found

fulfillments of similar taste

because what else

was I to do in the pursuit

but let’s not dismiss them so quickly as mistakes

after all they led me here

to you  to the dream that was always brewing inside me

and after writing this ode the dreamer would fully loose herself in the dream feeling a bit confused whether she is happy to have found her dream or happy because she proved wrong to all those on the way who used the adjective “hopeless” before her name

in between the wonder and the welcome