The Cornerstone

I had a dream But I dreamt it on clay And it crumbled in the morning rain. I envisioned still other dreams Those reflected dimly on the surface of my desire But they always vanished with a touch. I borrowed another man's dream once But it grew homesick And flew away after awhile. Then I caught a wild dream from the woods But it lost it's will to live So I let it go. I went to buy a dream But they were all whitewashed counterfeits Nightmares in disguise. I have to build a dream that will last But first, I need a cornerstone I need but a single kiss. Not a kiss of papier-mâché Nor of sandstone, or crumbling clay But of Granite! Or, perhaps even of diamond One strong enough to pierce this calloused heart I need that kiss.... A kiss to build a dream on. Timothy I. Brumley