To ponder upon life's mysteries
And live like an eternal child, in never-ending wonder,
To look upon the blue skies at day
Or contemplate upon the stars at night
And dream of all dreams
And hold them dearly forever more
And make them come true and real
Like a flower from a seed,
Or a grain of sand from a far away star
Here you are.
Watched by time, told by destiny
To dream upon this earth.
CANTO XII - Lines 21-32/The Procession
© 1999 Ray Buttigieg, Cykxpoetics, Published Cykx Books Publishng