Going Where Dreams Go Poem by Gerry Legister

But I am going where dreams go
With old acquaintance converge
To leave a vestige of thought aglow
As you too shall adore, more, and more
Pictures, places and lives will emerge.
For if this year should quickly leave,
Some will sigh while others may grieve.
But if we forget and, and afterwards remember
The things that made us laugh and dance,
In time, the memories will rearrange
Shadows rising from the ashes, in realm of peace.
The future will not look bleak and appear strange
In just another breath we'll be gone
And the worlds will be caught in a trance,
Joy in our eyes will appear to advance.
When a new road is paved
Not with gold, or merchandise we can hold,
But to share the privilege of grace
And all the things we desire to know,
Are found inside the place where dreams go.