dreams of the future and the past
all shines under the sky of the mind
a touch of transparent curiosity
lingers a glimpse of light and with
every step imagination hovers right behind
intertwining the prisms of hopes and dreams
shining rain-bowed paths though skies of infinity

if one were but mind alone, a spirit of thought
then would things imagined be real?
can the mind stand upon a rainbow bridge
and cross over to lands beyond? or should
one fall back to the gravitation of reality?
all depending on weather an open mind can or is willing
to weigh the gravity of a rainbow full of light and color
or the *** of gold underneath; the scale between the two
"Reality" and "imaginative"

can one man alone move a mountain?
he can sit and dream of a world without one
or rise, and make his dream a reality
if he's foolish he could take up a shovel
and continue dreaming; if he's wise, he could
rally an army and conquer the mountain
if he's powerful, with a click of his fingers;
"****" the mountain is gone;
but it all was first a dream
a "*** of gold at the end of a rainbow"

there is a piece of rainbow
for everyone upon a magic cloud
a dream world elusive as a butterfly
a place where only they know
a world only their minds can go
an open mind dreaming the dream
reaching for the stars making it happen
following, believing in the beauty of the