To dream, perchance to wake

Copyright © Christine Burns 1994, 96


I dreamed a dream ... and it happened
Reached up for the stars ... and took hold
Swung hard on the tiller of destiny
And altered the course that unfolds

But when that impossible happened
I could not believe it was true
For though mountains had crumbled to dust clouds
It took many more years to see through

And now that the dust pall has settled
When the time's come to ponder the view
I can see the resistance to changing
Drew its substance from me, not from you


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