beneath the crunchy crackle of leaves under my feet,
and gayly in my happy place,
I stride on dreaming.
Dreaming, of an even happier place....
Do I dare take hold of that dream? and....
Do I dare disturb the present moment with the desire
for something only that much greater than now?
YES... and somehow,
in all the worlds of this moment and that, well.....
Even in life's most precious moments, I shall, well,
take her hand and say,
this moment is perfect, the way it is now.....
unfolding tomorrow's dream.....
I stride a wonderful stride and disturb the moment's
perfection somehow,
by dreaming of tomorrow's yesterday.
And when I listen to the crackle it says this and only
this, it pleads.....
If you dare dream of tomorrow in my land of unfolding
bliss,
Do not just dream in my land of crunchy leaves,
Dream big, DREAM BIGGER.....
and in that way,
you shall honor me......
And love's last brook is finally heard,
and my feet itch for a moment stepping,
crunchy over tomorrow's imaginary underneaths....
feet scraping, ah, yes,
she can have her daydreams, landing.....
FLAT AGAINST PAVEMENT