The Waking Dream, with eyes wide open
caught somewhere between
wishful thinking and praying and hoping
for though the stars gleam
not many are chosen to feel their warmth
Freckles of light in the sky
that have for countless eons
begged the questions what and why
Of so many things that catch our eye
the furthest fascinates most
Are they lights behind the Curtain of Night,
watching from backstage
while the Moon shines, reflecting the Sun's light
as Dawn prepares once more
for her flight of fancy
her dance along the horizon?
Or are they the Tears of God
spread across the Cosmos
to let you know that he knows
and feels your pain?...
(10-09-10)
Thank you, Janice...
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