The Last Dream
The last dream is about to die
along with this wonderful gift;
and if I lay it gently down...
not appreciating its true worth,
it'll turn into a mystery...
until it will be known as a mere lie!
Life teaches us its indisputable worthiness,
but distractions sway our attention
from righteousness to destroy the fortress
that love built in these fearless hearts...
being susceptible to all kinds of dangers;
where's the might for redemption?
How many of us could have known greatness
and be real models for those less fortunate;
and how many others are rediculed,as always,
for envisioning their dream and not realizing it?
That last dream will allow us to be hopeful
and to find ways to win all and venture none!
My wonderful gift and final dream,
in an earnest effort,must lift me
to the heights I was destined for...
to keep this vision from error,
so that others will follow:
as their interest and enthusiasm will grow!
The last dream isn't about to be laid down
and be forgotten for unexplained reasons;
it must continue to show its gorgeous rainbows...
where the colors are so dazzling and unique,
like the minds of all who worship the Devine:
a God who is invisible and yet is truly felt!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2005
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