~Dream Mansions
~
The path is hidden
In the misty fog
Of yesteryear.
If I wish
To explore it,
Only my heart
Knows how to steer.That corner of
Remembrance I stood in
When I was young
Has now become rooms
And mansions;
Wilderness far flung.Fanciful dreams
Often borrow
From fields of hope
And sorrow
To paint
For my sleeping mind
A story of
A different kind.Every shaft
Of light thru the trees
Becomes possibility...
All the alternate me's.
Turn this way
Or that
Using heart's radar
Like a bat.Once the dream
Is spun
And all the
Battles won;
Then like a
Carnival ride
I get off
And decide
What memories
Shall I live today?MEBH/@Copyright 8/98
