Dare the mistletoe
Dreams speak of possibilities, whilst hearts
Speak of the spur of the moment, That sudden
Impulse, that now or never moment, that surge
Of excitement, that fleeting reckless few seconds
That if not acted upon swiftly, may slip away and
The moment be lost forever.
I have lingered and lost love in the process, and
Now looking bck, I can see why fools rush in
Where angels fear to tread; angels are dreamers
And I would far rather be a fool in love than a
Dreamer any day.
Dreams tell of inner desires. Desires that only the
Dreamer can know, and sometimes not even that.
How many times do dreams surprise the dreamer?
'Do I really feel like that'? Yes, as the days pass
That is precisely what the dream secretly revealed.
Love involves risk, and an element of bravery
Too. No time to hold back, no waiting, strike
Now, while the iron is hot, take a chance, invest
All and everything on one kiss, one roll of the
Dice. Dare the mistletoe. Winner takes all.
Go for it, take the plunge, fate rewards ambition.
Close your eyes, kiss again, act entirely without
Thinking, act out of character, blow caution to
The wind, love for love's sake if not your own.
Taste the coffee, lick the spoon, enjoy the ride,
Here comes the moon.
Do not leave love undone, for if you do the lost
Moment will haunt you forever, and you will pay
A high price, if not today then tomorrow, and if
Not tomorrow, then some day soon. Undone love
Does not rest and will deal your heart a mighty
Blow, its gift unquenchable longing, longing for
Times gone by, nights gone by, love gone by,
Never incidentally, to be recovered. Dream if you
Will, better though that you love and keep on
Loving, and for as long as love favours your
Company, Dare the mistletoe.
© Joseph G Dawson
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