There once was a man

There once was a man of simple thoughts
his dreams however carried him to a higher plateau
that left him feeling empty when he awoke
in his dreams he played games with angels
he sang beautiful songs with sinners and saints  
he knew how and when the world began
he even felt the touch of God on his shoulder

but when he awoke from his dreams
he felt sad and of severe despair
for with each moment's passage
his memory of his dreams faded away
he no longer could remember the names
of the angels he had played with just moments earlier
he could not recall the songs he had sang
songs with kings and Queens and paupers
he could no longer feel the impression left
on his shoulder by the hand of God

he wanted to return to his dreams
where all concerns and fears were non existent
where angels were not that different
from the children he had played with when he was younger
the sinners and saints were former
friends acquaintances rivals enemies lovers    
the perfect balance of love and understanding
the way it should be
the way it could be
if only this man could accept truth

Gomer LePoet ....