Maybe dreams cannot come true, but they Are mountains that give shape to the
horizon, Reference points to guide us on the
way Towards lands long promised us in distant
Zion. If we never get that far, we'll
be Nearer for the journey we have taken, Letting the next generation see Up close the dreams they else might have
forsaken. The dreamer lives a bit beyond what
is, Having had the courage to say no, Existing in a future wholly his, Revealing through his grace where we must
go. Knowing well this world of lust and
greed In which the dream but rarely marks the
deed, None could bear to dream but for the
soul Great enough to bear it for the
whole.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
Video and Audio Music: Wistful Harp. By Andrew Huang. Music free to use at YouTube.