sometimes a dream lands on its feet, like a cat that falls from a tree to the street.
sometimes a dream belongs in the attic, where no one would ever think to attack it.
sometimes dreams are best if laid out, the ones that are told to all with a shout.
sometimes dreams can cause you such pain, tear up your soul and leave your heart stained.
sometimes my dreams are a lighthouse at night, when I cant find my bearings, try as I might.
sometimes my dreams are a Hardy Boys mystery, giving me clues to avoid catastrophe.
the one dream Ill cleave to is the touch of His hand, healing my limbs and letting me stand,
and when I have stood to fight the good fight, Ill willingly lay down my life with delight.

Dec 2007