I attended the funeral of a Dreamer
Whispering I asked, “How did the dreamer
Die and why?”
The Dreamer waited with expectation five
Years no fulfillment no seasons changed
No matter Dreamer said, ” I’ll wait
Ten years, twenty years.”
The Dreamer
Watched loved ones as they
Rotted and died
Too much pain for the Dreamer living
Things vibrant, thriving, loved ones grew
Strong, then wither, perhaps all this time
Dreamer was in denial –this I
Pondered casket carried by
Six down the aisle
I inquired of a gazing old woman
The mission?
“To scared of any living
being to reveal the vision.’
Dreamer claimed,
“It would be for the world to see.”
So great Dreamer died, the
Dream buried inside
Dreamers underestimate magnitude
Of their gifts.
“Please, someone tell me what was
the dream, what gifts contributed”?
An elderly man rocking steadily in the
Pew, stated firmly,
“Professing to have great wisdom,
died like a fool.”
“Whatever the dream, dead now it’s
too late, so we attend the funeral
and speculate.”
We say farewell to the dreamer
and the unspoken dream.