A Dream Poem by Suzanne LeslieBailey

When nightfall casts its dark eerie shadow
And slowly caresses our eyelids shut
Images play upon our closed minds
Sometimes good, sometimes not

When things of great wonder find their way to us
We pinch ourselves and ponder
Is this real?
This man, this wedding, this home....

In a flight of fantasy
Our thoughts soar high
Far, far, far, beyond the sky

Our daily toil is for its capture
So chase it down
Lest perchance you get weary
Rest awhile
But resume the journey

Sometimes trampled by the heels of others
It lays broken like pieces of glass
Littering life’s pathway
Pick up those pieces
And continue on your way

Martin Luther King Jnr. had it
Americans live it
And so should you

I dare you to.....