To Catch a Dream
She cast a line into the sea to try to catch a dream;
Instead she caught a thrashing world,
glistening blue and red and green.
Out of the salty depths from which it had been submerged,
for forty days and forty nights it flowed and weaved,
unseen.
She held the glowing world in her hand’s palm
and listened to the rumors of ghosts
and the throbbing of its heart’s calm.
The world, in its turn, cast off the shadows and the doubt,
revved up its spirit, Life, and warmed the
healing
balm.
She wore the world close to her heart
upon a silver string;
kept its secrets for herself and whispered
her innocent tales of cabbages and kings.
Nature’s bounty sparked and bloomed and showed the world
in tresses of newborn Spring.
She modeled the world upon her breast
in her changeling years,
and loved a boy who broke her heart,
that honest Puck, that maker of
tears.
The world convulsed and burst with songs of faith and hope,
dispelling
shadows of offense and fears.
She carried the world upon her brow
set in a
golden crown,
and beside her strolled the shining vows,
burnt with the fires of her eyes.
They followed her wing glides in the clouds
and framed
her fearful symmetry.
Upon the twilight of the her days
When the
stars began to fade,
the world pulsed bright in the darkening sky
and then
began to serenade
the flights of lore, the tales of yore,
and the perfume
of life’s bouquet.
She walked the well-trodden road to sea
with the
world curled in her hand,
and with the wisdom of her feet
by way of
the footprints in the sand.
To the world she whispered, go gentle into that
good night, and returned it from
the land.
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