Dream Life

                                             you know how the night sky holds billions of stars burning and shining whenever it's dark? well, what if I told you it's not as it seems? that they're actually billions and billions of dreams and each, every night when you climb into bed the dreams that you have all float out of your head up past the trees and then up through the clouds up to the night without making a sound they meet with the moon and get ready to shine finding their place in the indigo sky and that's where they watch from that's where they wait until it's their moment their time and their place some stars are tiny and some stars are huge see, if the star's big then the dream must be too the irony though is that when we are small our dreams are the greatest and wildest of all then as we get bigger our dreams start to shrink our stars begin fading as we overthink...

                                            I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers flow in the right direction, will the earth turn as it was taught, and if not how shall I correct it? Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven, can I do better? Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows can do it and I am, well, hopeless. Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it, am I going to get rheumatism, lockjaw, dementia? Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing. And gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang.