So I was skimming through a book of poetry I found lying around called “Poems on Life.”  A lot of the poems I found to be pretty disappointing, but I found one that I really enjoyed.  It’s called “My Dream” and was written by Todd-Michael St. Pierre.  He says it was inspired by a combination of Martin Luther King Jr.’s “I Have a Dream” speech, but also by John Lennon’s song “Imagine.”  Certainly an interesting combination.

The poem starts out a little bit shaky, maybe even a little corny, but the second half is what makes it really worth reading.  A Jimi Hendrix song reference (Castles Made of Sand) never hurts either.  Anyway, here it is:

Where the mountains touch the skyWhere poets DREAM, where eagles fly

A secret place above the crowds

Just beneath marshmallow clouds

Lift your eyes to a snowy peak

And see the soon- to- be we seek

Whisper DREAMS and let them rise

To the mountains old and wise

Climbers climb, it’s time to try

Where the mountains touch the sky

Take me there. Oh take me now

Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow

Where the ocean meets the sky

Where mermaid dance and seagulls fly

A place in DREAMS I know so well

The sea inside a single shell

Far across the living sea

A pale blue possibility

Beyond the castles made of sand

Tomorrow in a small child’s hand

Only DREAMERS need apply

Where the ocean meets the sky

Take me there. Oh take me now

Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow

Where the forests reach the sky

Men are equal and doves still fly

No thorns of war, a perfect rose

This is where the green grass grows

Out beyond the crystal stream

Like Dr. King I have a DREAM

Imagine such a goal in sight

For red and yellow, black and white

Whisper now, let the DREAM begin

It’s time to trust the truth within

This is where we seek and find

A gift in being colorblind

Dream on Dreamers, hopes are high

Where the forests reach the sky

Take me there. Oh take me now

Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow

Now, listen close, the future calls

“Build your bridges and tear down walls!”

For time has taught and so it seems

Realities are born of DREAMS