For the Ones Who Dream: A Poem for Wild Hearts and Deep Feelers

Maybe some of us are meant to dream,
To chase starlight and dance with wild thoughts and untamed spirits.

Maybe some of us are meant to feel everything deeper;
To see magic, whispers of wonder,
Glimpses of eternity.

Maybe some of us are meant to be dreamers,
Visionaries,
The odd ones out,
Or perhaps eternally searching.

Maybe there’s some of us who fall hard and trust deeply,
Who keep their hearts unlocked,
Standing in the storm;
A whispered truth,
A promise,
And souls that say I understand 

Maybe there’s some of us who worship dawn breaks,
Who weep at ocean waves,
And find God in garden soil.

Maybe there’s some of us who live for the wind‑swept moments,
The barefoot and breathless,
Wild‑eyed
And sun‑kissed days.

Maybe there’s some of us who love earth‑deep,
Who read your silence,
Who breathe your name,
And need nothing but your presence.

Maybe there’s some of us who still chase fireflies,
Who smile at shadows,
And heal broken wings.

Maybe there’s some of us who believe in magic;
Growing through darkness,
In truth,
Beauty,
And in hearts learning to beat again.

Maybe there’s some of us who wander off‑map,
Who forge unnamed paths,
Who write our own stories
Or let them write themselves.

Maybe there’s some of us
Who’d rather burn bright
Then simply smolder.
Who trust the unknown,
Our instincts,
And follow them like ancient stars.

Maybe these dreamers exist.
Maybe we’re not so alone after all.