Long Enough to Dream

If Days were counted as are Years

How long would most of Us be here

Long enough to leave a mark

Long enough to wrest light from dark

Long enough to dance with a spirit

Long enough to know We needn't fear it

Frozen dreams thawed by an imagination vivid

Melting into fantasies Daydreams have submitted

Violins and pianos intersperse to create

A tone or a pitch to which one can relate

The rain that falls makes one feel secure

Like a womb that cradles a child demure

Pearls,rubies and opals deny

One entrance into the Midnight sky

Trapped within their brilliant glow

Where the sightless choose to go

To see what They have never seen

Except,of course,within Their dreams

Too immersed in the world to decipher their meaning

Like one who awakes just to dwell on Their dreaming

Tears tucked away in a lullaby

Dripping down a Mom's and Child's eye

Impassioned petals make amorous flowers

Which make Days go by as if they were hours

A heart sentenced to permanent sorrow

Spanning one thousand Years or Tomorrow's Tomorrow 

Words interspersed with no link whatsoever 

Though most are arranged in a manner thought clever

The apex of nothing as this poem has been

Reflecting upon the mood I've been in

As against My better judgement and to My chagrin

These rhymes will now end in a manner akin

To the next poem I intend to commence

In Tomorrow's Tomorrow or a thousand Years hence