To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on gently,
Dark like me–
That is my dream!

To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun,
Dance!  Whirl!  Whirl!
Till the quick day is done.
Rest at pale evening . . .
A tall, slim tree . . .
Night coming tenderly
Black like me.

Sweet dreams, form a shade
O’er my lovely infant’s head;
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
By happy, silent, moony beams.

Sweet sleep, with soft down
Weave thy brows an infant crown.
Sweep sleep, Angel mild,
Hover o’er my happy child.

Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my delight;
Sweet smiles, Mother’s smiles,
All the livelong night beguiles.

Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes.
Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
All the dovelike moans beguiles.

Sleep, sleep, happy child,
All creation slept and smil’d;
Sleep, sleep, happy sleep,
While o’er thee thy mother weep.

Sweet babe, in thy face
Holy image I can trace.
Sweet babe, once like thee,
Thy maker lay and wept for me,

Wept for me, for thee, for all,
When he was an infant small
Thou his image ever see,
Heavenly face that smiles on thee,

Smiles on thee, on me, on all;
Who became an infant small.
Infant smiles are his own smiles;
Heaven & earth to peace beguiles.

It’s nighttime
Everything is so silent
Serene
Peaceful

The glistening of the stars
The sound of crickets
As I sit here in peace

No obnoxious noises
Or voices
No annoying sounds
Or people
Just me
The fresh air
The wind blowing
And the beautiful stars
Acting as my light
Leading the way
To my goals
To my hopes
And to my dreams

To see my name in bright lights
On city billboards with flashing colors
not the Post Office wanted wall in just black and white
To see my name the headlines in bold print
not in the obituaries from a death that made no sense
To dream my dream and chase it
To dream my dream and catch it
To scream drom the tallest roof top that I have arrived
and to hear the auduence roar with applauds
that’s my dream,
my neon dream….

Just a dream, as moments fly–
Just a dream, as time rolls by;
But in that dream, I see your eyes
and through them I see Paradise
In that, my dream …

Just a dream, a dream all mine,
and in my heart I build a shrine –
It will weather life and weather time,
until someday, somewhere
You will be all mine….