I WANT TO BELIEVE

I want to believe that fighting will stop
I want to believe that peace will surface to the top
I want to believe we should love every human on earth
I want to believe people will respect each other regardless of birth

I want to believe blue skies and green fields are sacred things
I want to believe there is nothing better when a little bird sings
I want to believe that living on the streets will soon disappear
I want to believe that people should not descriminate the poor and the queer

I want to believe the streets will be free of all crime
I want to believe all these things will happen in my lifetime

A purple petunia (is it?) lies dried on the inside cover of this latest spiral notebook whose title above it just chances to be:  "Something Very Like:  Don't Look Now,"  and I never guessed when I happened upon that title 7 days ago that we'd be...here.



(sonnet #MMMMMMCCCCXVIII)


O!  Now I'm scared.  For since the minute's stale
Touch, long past, when our eyes first met, to thence
That kiss he pressed upon my hand to fence
Lo, giving me a flowr:  Joe's in betrayl
A dream come true, so wonderful, in frail
Excuse I hes'tate to believe him hence,
Afraid to grasp what might dissolve, a sense
Of all I wanted beckning to avail.
I'm slow, but he takes that in stride as twere,
Til ah! I wrestle with this wakning cue
As if I had more I could lose in poor
'Scuse than is gone already.  Rain shrouds blue
Skies with metallic grey, and dank hours tour
While fragile rays pierce gloom, and I'd love:  you.

17Jun17a

What a dream once said to me
   is what a dreamer said to you
I hope what I see when I look at you
   is what you see when you look at me
What a dreamer thinks awake
   is what a dream never forgets
I hope what you feel when I touch you
   is what I feel when you touch me
What a dreamer dreams to be
   is inside the dream of another
I hope the way I want to live with you
   is the way you want to live with me
What a dreamer hopes to be true
   is what a dream told me about you