I Had A Dream

...I know that those words remind you of the Reverend Martin Luther King. My dream
is a different one from his though 1 share his dream. I believe that he is in Heaven smiling
down on me. He would be the first person to say that he didn't want dreams to die when he died.

I had a dream, a wondrous dream;

It warmed me in the cold

It shined its light all over me.

Its promise was foretold.

It picked me up when I was down,

It led me through much more

Than I had thought that I could stand.

It led me to a door.

That wouldn't open to my knock,

I couldn't find the key.

Oh! How to open up this door

Where all the promise be ?

How to find the magic lever

That will set the jackpot free?

How to pluck the golden apple

From the golden apple tree?

Getting closer, getting closer!

I see the magic circle's gleam!

I can almost reach to touch it.

Must I awaken from this dream?

© 2001 Claudreen Jackson