Why Dream?

I wanted to paint crazy pictures
And be mesmerized my the movements
Of the Moon and Her faces
As time wafts by unaware.

I wanted to be loved by the stars
And remembered by the songs
Of the Ocean and itís people
As the world ever spins on itís axis.

I wanted to count passing cars
And await breaking storms
Of impatient summer days and their sunsets
As perpetual motion tries to keep up.

I wanted to learn another language
And envision steamy nights
Of exotic locations and smiling faces
As the seasons become one with another.

I wanted to fly with the clouds
And dance with the wind
Of all four directions and sections
As babies are born into love.

I wanted to help sickly creatures
And nurse the ancient rythyms
Of the Earth and her children
As the circle continues without me.


© 2004 LM Hutchings