Dreamer

Sing in my heart a tale of wonder

Majestic mountains and meadows under

With vibrant lands and climbing cities

A world at peace where no one pities.

Live a life that lasts so long

Where nature thrives and sings this song

Where sorrow ends and love is found

Where none, by fear, are ever bound.

A paradise

A land so free

A peaceful place

Amidst the trees

I see glistening groves growing amongst

The showers of summer’s swallowing sun

And the land below blessed beholds

The story of life, impeccably told:

As the clouds are washed; the land is hush

The creator gives the finishing touch

A beam of red, yellow, and blue

Admire the details in brilliant hues

Blending together; binding and set

Creator and creation brilliantly met.

Yet after this Eve of creation’s beset

The serpent bit man and left him for dead.

But on hallowed ground one vessel resides

Hidden away from critical eyes

Seeking no ardor or agreement with men

It works with its hands, no action condemned.

It nurtures its talents on stone, sand, and sea

Peaks on its toes so that it may see

Wonders and wishes; it will never grow old

And hopes to find this dream come unfold.

Will it venture beyond what is known to all

To see the grandeur of life and grains so small?

To drift away from the sea of doubt

And traverse the land untouched by drought?

Famine and turmoil

Death and disease

Has no influence upon what it sees.

The visible construct of one person’s dreams

Wishful thinking, or so it may seem

How distant in sight, and hard to achieve

Maybe not so far off for that one who still dreams.