Hope springs eternal no matter how gossamery a dream is.
Poem inspired by Vic's prayer after the Tuesday post Halloween
devilish red nightmare under a waxing moon and into the
wee hours of dawn concession.
Ever hoping for eternal sunshine in the "magical meadow" we call
Nelson D Reyesalmost 3 years
It's a dream. My conscious awareness of a beautiful land, of nature-flora and fauna, a world sustained by celestial blessings long stored in my subconscious mind come to light, a sliver of it upon reading Vic's prayer of hope.
I am happy you loved it. Dream together we will. There's more in our memory card-the subconscious.