The Dream Maker

You are a dream maker, a poet.
You paint the words on the blank
canvas that reveals the
pictures created in the mind.

Pictures of snow capped mountains,
azure blue oceans with sugar white sand.
Pictures of wind swept deserts in far off
lands, of soaring eagles, tiny humming birds,
and all the other magnificent works of God’s hand.

Pictures of people…
lovers, romantics, worriers, teachers,
children and dreamers of all kind.

Pictures of war, hate, envy, greed and intolerance
that live in the shadow of the human mind.

You paint the tragic, the sublime, tears
and laughter for each of us to define.

You are the Dream Maker, the poet!
And to you I tip my glass of wine,
for if there were no poets, there would
be no window to the human soul or mind.

Jackie R. Kays
Copyright…2004

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