Silver Dreams – A Poem

When I walkedAndy_Warhol_Silver_Clouds

into the room,

it was to

find it filled

with floating silver

orbs. A man

was standing in

the centre of

the room, regarding

me patiently. He

tilted his head

towards me and

I was struck

by how out

of place he

looked: messy blond

hair, a thin

mouth, dark sunglasses

hiding his eyes.

“What is this place?”

I asked. He

put a finger

to his chin.

“What do you want it to be?”

I shook my

head at his

bizarre answer. I

shrugged my shoulders.

“I don’t know. Isn’t it just a room?”

He smiled at

me and whipped

off the sunglasses.

“Ah, but every room started out as four walls. Then they become filled with memories and emotion. They become a home to hearts.”

I was struck

silent for a

moment, not knowing

what to say.

He took my

silence as an

invitation to speak.

What do you see when you look at these?”

He pointed to

the orbs floating

around the room.

The walls were

bare white and

the silver shapes

stood out starkly

against them. I

watched them floating

around the room,

bumping into one

another, only to

take a different

trajectory. I found

them oddly mesmerizing.

“They remind me of dreams.”

I said softly.

“Dreams given shape, impossible to hold.”

He raised his

eyebrows, clearly impressed.

“And do you have dreams? Things you with to accomplish with your life?”

I nodded. He

smiled at me.

“Then we must let the dreams out. Dreams have no power if they aren’t given flight, you know, just as a home is just walls until people live within them.”

He went to

the wall and

pressed a button.

The ceiling skylights

opened and slowly.

“What are you doing?”

He smiled gently.

“They are clouds, so it’s fitting that you see dreams when you look at them. Clouds are like dreams in that a person always sees something different than the last person.”

“But why are you letting them out?”

“Because dreams, like clouds, must be set free. The sky is the limit after all. You must let your dreams free if you are to realize them.”

The windows opened

completely and the

silver clouds, my

dreams, slipped out

into the sky.

I ran to

the centre of

the room and

watched my dreams

shining against the


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