Sometimes

we dream, and when we do
bright stars come alive.

From childhood
tales, bogeymen kept
us awake, thrilling us in
the darkness of our
fears –

in our older years
the world we know seems
incomplete, our vision
not yet launched

skills honed for other
directions; working for a
living, buying expensive toys
and dreams

seeking new locations.

© Richard L. Provencher
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/

First published July 31, 2003
POETISM, Poem of the Day