i had a crazy dream–
donald trump had played a part:
he’d had a little stroke
and a massive change of heart
*
now all that he was worth,
he donated to the poor;
he cried for mother earth
and apologized for war.
*
he had a brand new plan,
and our country’s fate was changed–
and all because one man
had his ‘marbles’ rearranged.
*
soon it spread to other lands,
and peace accords were struck;
people everywhere joined hands
and shared the stroke of luck.
space itself dreams
and worlds appear,
and i know it seems
like you’re really here,
but hush up your weeping,
for we must adhere
to keeping space sleeping–
or we’ll disappear.
–photo by me
and here i sit beside a stream
to look for wisdom in a dream
the easy brook barely flows
it doesn’t care where it goes
or what’s around the next bend
or even when it will end
and here i sit beside a stream
to look for wisdom in a dream
–photo by me
i fell asleep
and flew above–
the moon was peace
the sun was love
and venus, light,
her eye wide ope
the earth was life
and mars was hope
and beyond mars
’twas so sublime
with twinkling stars
and wrinkling time,
at last i fell
back down to earth–
a dream to tell
for what it’s worth
–photo by aaron
michaeljordahl 