The Starry-Eyed

The starry-eyed who wander in the night,

The ones who, with their hands weave tales and dreams,

Perhaps not only do they watch moonlight

Or muse in grass by those enchanted streams.

Perhaps the ones with daydreams that do soar

Beyond the bounds of possibility,

They are who, dream of days with no more war,

To change the world, have capability.

Impossible! I hear the realists say.

The dreamers, though? I see them, fighting strong,

For in their hearts, can dream they of a day

Where there is good, and no more pain and wrong.

The dreamers do things unbelievable,

For to them, they are things conceivable.

About the Author:

Name: Victoria Marinov

Age: 17

• What classes are you taking with TPS this year?

AP World Lit, College Psychology, Conceptual and Creative Photography, Theology Matters, Intro to Teaching, and Art of Argument

• How many years have you been apart of TPS?

This will be my fifth year.

• What are a few of your hobbies or favorite things?

Reading, writing, photography, handcrafting, listening to music, traveling