Desire Itself Is Joy

Just HAVING a DESIRE is marvellous, we can enjoy having a dream

UNFULFILLED because the desire itself is the joy, and while we keep

dreaming, visualising and enjoying the passion in it, we are passionate

and inspired and become inspiring ourselves

We have the capacity, if we so want, to enjoy visions and dreams that

have not manifested in physical reality, the act of working on the vision

is its own recompense – this gives me leave to continue my favourite

activity: developing and enjoying visions although I have no ability to

manifest these in reality

Dreaming for the sake of dreaming alone - the only requirement is never

to present any dream as reality and confuse myself and others about the

level of reality -this I decide because I HATE it when commenting on a

poet just to receive the cold reply that the poem is a piece of fiction

If I want to read fiction, I Google a book and read it - when reading poetry,

context and situation are important, real feelings - clearly state this is fiction 
with imitation feelings when such is the case - Aha, I have spelled out my 
fresh new desire:

I want honesty making real interaction possible, not fantasy presented as

fact in order to seem sensational, but no sensible comment is possible

other than nice fiction, pal - I prefer reality poems like you write, real

feeling that stirs the deepest parts of the heart