A Dream For A Dreamer... Poem by Christopher Strunz

(6/12/08 Midnight, at the computer)

Inventions, all of a dream constructed.
What has been found when no one has known of its existence?
When nights have no stars, the universe and its beauty are overlooked.
Children are wise, for what started as dreams transpose into shining rays of hope.
Hope tarnished by others, as the taboo, alienated by being labeled children, wonder, ponder, envision.
Mundane are the happenings of nothing discovered.
Stars in like eyes.