Imagination... is but another name for absolute power and clearest insight.
- William Wordsworth

Dreamer…

A dreamer am I,

Or so my dad used to say,

I guess even my teachers,

Did also say, my dreaming would find me in trouble one day…

Done my dreaming on the beach, during the day & night,

While I drove, while I walked, while I suffered from sickness & blight,

Found my niche in life by dreaming, takes me away dreaming does so right…

Here I sit in one of my dreams, a motor home to travel in, home for Rufuz,

Still I can hear my dad venting, telling me to stop dreaming, nothing will change,

But I am addicted now to my dreaming & fantasy, nothing strange,

Further have I dreamed than anyone can imagine, I have gone completely out of range…

So hear me Dad, wherever it is you are, my dreams have kept me alive, I have no scars,

I know what it is you want to say; I can feel it though you are gone, here & now right away,

You think I am not getting’ anywhere, but I am still dreaming of being there…

What’s so wrong with that, tell me one good reason, and I will change my destination,

And maybe in the process alleviate your frustration…

                             © ed – 5/18/04