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HUMAN-KIND

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At night, in my dreams, the people keep coming.

They arrive as if expected.

I do not know from where.

One by one, children are dispersed among them,

and placed in their care.

I guide their placement into pairs;

and offer up a silent prayer

that their fit makes some kind of sense

of which I am not completely aware.

It is not a sense of mind, nor heart.

It is the sense we are no longer apart.

Human-kind has become a true compound

of Earth and Starlight united in harmonic sound.

In the darkness of dreams stars musically alight.

And hearts once in despair no longer break at night.

In my sleeping dreams they arrive.

At dawn I arise

and sing a new song in my heart

knowing we are together again, never to part.

Be Kind is my song, as a new day starts.

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TAGLINES

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My dreams have taglines; colored lights forming words,

scrolling across the bottom or the top 

to awaken a sleeping brain.

Sometimes, bold sentences 

within thick-lined boxes to draw attention.

My tired body sometimes fails to notice or understand  

the insights my vivid dreams demand.

As I dreamt last night and viewed my last scenes 

a box appeared with a message to be gleaned:

TO GO FORWARD IT IS OFTEN BEST TO LOOK TO THE PAST 

WHERE YOU HAVE BEEN BEFORE. 

And, then, I awoke to my here and unformed now 

wondering what part of past 

informs a future built to last.

Dreams leave clues like any good mystery.

Dreams fragment history.

Dream introduce me to strangers 

who tell their stories, and not my own.

I wake confused yet excited to explore 

the fading dream some more.

I turn on lights to brighten the dark morning, 

awaiting a breathless sunrise 

to seep beneath shades hiding the night, 

which might bring surprises to my door.

It is difficult to see a future

when these days are so dark.

Dreams tell me to see clearly

my future relies upon seeing my past.

I search each dark corner

with a flashlight in my hand.

If I can see what brought me here,

where I now wonderingly stand,

I can see a future brighter than indignation,

more solid than fearful imagination.

A future where strangers’ stories become my own,

and I can grow from seeds I have sown

in the dark soil, now,

so well known.

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