The End Of A Dream
What treasures lie at the end of a rainbow;
promises made in story and song;
from exhilaration; where does one go;
until the next dream comes along?
Our dreams are the evidence of nobility;
we’re made in our Creator’s image;
our thoughts dream; what eyes can’t see;
we’re a soul of the Master’s lineage.
Dreams are illusions from our history;
deep thoughts; both good and bad;
our thoughts, all shrouded in mystery;
pinnacles of happy and sad.
Each dream is a lifetime, from long ago;
beyond all the realms of time;
all broken images of life’s ebb and flow;
a peek at the eternal divine.
Dreams are images of God’s perfection;
illusions created by consciousness;
evils incarnated by the man’s rejection;
permanent stains to righteousness.
Dreams are life’s rivers; constantly flowing;
from the heavens; all shall descend;
troubled waters allow for life growing;
death is mere change; not an end.
Nothing in life is what it may seem;
all must love each other;
death is only the end of a dream;
birth is the genesis of another;
Monty 12/23/24. # 2,530