
Lelane, Dreaming
Art by Norman E. Masters
from a photo by Jaynell Masters
It is of dreams which we sing Of dreams which we write Of dreams an artist paints Dreams are lovers in the night The dream is always the song Birds sing before dawn It is the essence of spring When winter has withdrawn The dream is of a perfect love And erotic imagery The laughter and the loving Playing out our fantasy The wonder and the mystery Of the moment of dreams made real Holds our minds and hearts With a hope we dare not feel So we pray and we fight We plan and we scheme We forsake and we sacrifice In pursuit of the dream Sing the song of the dawning sun Paint the essence of spring Write the tales of wondrous loves For the dreaming is the thing |

Art by Norman E. Masters
reach for the dream that shivers
as beautifully as a single star
through the boughs of a tall tall tree
--the dream which flashes its light
like twinkling crystals of delight
reach for a dream
that has never been dreamed before
reach for the dream that reaches
as high as the sky
--& still further
reach for the dream that explores
beyond the pathless reaches of air
--the dream that soars
to cavort with stars
--shining as lovely, beaming as far
reach for the dream
as lovely as rainbows
as lively as children
as peaceful as moonlight
as warm as heartglow
as iridescent as butterfly wings
as pure as mountain snow
reach for the dream
that will sow its seeds
thru a world of darkness
--transmuting that darkness
with its vision of beauty & light
into a world that shines as bright
as love's sweet joy
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