Star of the Dream

     Dreams are like scripts, of our own movies,  as we travel in another dimension. The first scene, we seldom remember. The plot always perfectly orchestrated, in our minds eye at least. And the ending often a cliffhanger. But the star, the lead, the hero, is always you. Five star performances, every night. With matinees on occasion. 

Star of the Dream

 Of our dreams, we are the star,

 without faults,

 though, oft bizzare,

 and death, it never claims us,

 when we fall.


 And, though our bodies, are at sleep,

 our minds,

 all thought, does keep,

 then, replays at random,

 tiny bits of all.


 But, no matter what we dream,

 we rise,

 just, as does the cream,

 and the star returns,

 again, at curtain call.

  Jack Downing

 July 2009







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Hearth and Health are wonderful things and if you're without either such sorrow that brings So I cannot express enough thanks to my Lord and to my family and friends for the support you afford! ~Jack Downing~
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