The sites and sounds we see and hear raise images forever etched in our minds. |
Dimensions Once upon a dream I saw a cake of coconut cream, A cloud of soft white fluff, Smoke that went up like pink puff, Candlelight all aglow, Pastel flowers all in a row, Silky soft evening gowns, Big cities and sleepy towns. Once upon a dream I heard the babbling of a stream, The call of a lone whip-o-the-will, The sound of rain upon the sill, The crackling of a cozy fire, The blow out of a tire, Melodies from dreamy love songs, Sighing winds playing on the lawns, Waves washing over the sea, Hummings of a busy bee. Once upon a dream I saw far journeying ships of steam, Old-fashioned ways of times long gone, Sunset colors as twilight lingers on, An angel with a halo, A firefly all aglow, A rainbow softly fading out of sight, The moon in a star filled night. Once upon a dream I heard a hideous scream, Sounds of whispers low, Thanks for blessings God did bestow, The sound of a kiss upon a mother’s tender cheek, Drips from a faucet leak, The sound of a child with a tear, A mother’s comforting, “Don’t cry, dear.” Once upon a dream, So long ago it seems, I saw, I heard so many things From drippy faucets to angels’ wings, From silks and satins white, To slaves and a horse with a knight, From childhood’s little girl ways, To all the many future days |