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are lovers in the night The dream is always the song Birds sing before dawn It is the essence of spring When winter has withdrawn The dream is of a perfect love And erotic imagery The laughter and the loving Playing out our fantasy The wonder and the mystery Of the moment of dreams made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 |