This poem is for someone special. I hope he enjoys it.
It is what I believe with all my heart and soul.
Man is one Fourth fascination and three fourths imagination.
Hold fast the dream which you,
once formed within your heart.
Let no one steal precious hope,
a life you dared to start.
Hold fast those tears don't let them fall,
and mar your childlike face.
Come rest here awhile where dreamers sleep,
take comfort from this place.
Hold fast your love and waste it not,
in idleness or play.
For like the desert's shifting sand,
it's too easily blown away.