A Man Who Had A Dream
Words should not be corked like a fine vintage
wine, let them take flight soar into the ether.
For who knows where or what I'm saying
begins or ends...does it really matter?
Crying out for time, in need of respite,
the lacuna of this page beckons me like
a charismatic muse...believing in ones self,
giving light and energy to the desires of the people.