Just sitting at the computer
Perhaps angels choose their dreams.
Dreams of winter evenings and Fall colors.
Perhaps these same angels dream unbearably of
dispassionate mortals thinking only of insignificance and itís allies.
Penetrate O-zone, fallen sky, dreams of stars beyond humankind
I embraced the spiritís wonders and theories.
I found myself lost in its vast knowledge and dreams.
I explored this place of reality and imagination,
where truth is blended in a delightful concoction
with fiction and other details of nighttime slumber,
all this only to know light shinning deep within the void.
Beyond mortgage repayments, and electrical
thisís and thatís
I found one truth. A dream. Much more interesting than
low cholesterol and a rousing game of musical chairs.
In this wonderland I found.
Only a few truths right from wrong.
Within my heart, time is my rose.
The little rose is my music.
My music, my life and soul, the
song of an angelís dream.