I Dream a Dream Beyond Myself

I Dream a Dream Beyond Myself

My Life is more than a Single Volume Pulled from as Shelf

Yes, It is Bound, It has a Beginning and an End

But it is also to Connected to what has Gone Before and what Lies Ahead

There are other Volumes that tell My Story too

Stories of Men whose Voices I still hear in my head

Some I heard, others simply Echo through time.

Their influence only felt in the lives that influenced mine

There are Women too, Their Essence, their Smell lingers with the Turning of each Page,

Maybe it is a Recipe or a Craft I embraced and thought was our own along the way,

But it was really a Gift passed down by a Still Watching Sage

They Compel me, in the routine of my day, to write on the pages of lives who are still on

the way

I dream a dream beyond myself, my life is not a single volume just pulled from a shelf