Better a Fool than a Fatalist?

Sheer luminescent sheets of warm promise…
My wishes take the thinnest pyrite flake
and construct a dream upon it.
My imagination builds an elaborate architecture
of hope, trust, friendship, and future shared memories
on the ample budget of glimmering stratums
deposited in the rich mines of my foolish fancy.
I am a seeker of friendship, trust, connection,
struck to the core with the fever
as I pan rivers of mankind for reason to believe.
I cradle words from strangers in my palms,
like pyrite to the gold of true bonds,
and paint upon them the voices I most miss.
I pretend that if I love these shining stones enough
they will prove true and not illusion.