I Had A Dream...

When I was a little boy,

Amidst all the nightmares of horror movies,

and living in the world of fantasies

that little boys are always engulfed in,

I had a dream...

Unlike Martin Luther King Jr.'s,

mine was a dream that truly felt real,

more like a hologram with a twist;

I could see,

I could hear,

smell, taste,...touch.

But most importantly, I could feel.

And as was all other dreams,

most of the details were forgotten.

But I will never forget the way I felt,

a feeling of overwhelming love...

The feeling was one of floating,

somewher high above the earth,

a cloud being my magic carpet,

taking me on a wondreful ride.

All colors were clear a distinct,

the day was bright, the sight...

breathtaking.

All of a sudden, my magic carpet began decending;

slowly, gently, ever so softly,

until I landed in a field.

For miles and miles around,

soft, green grass, lain as a carpet,

flowers aplenty, gently swaying in the cool breeze;

it was a place one would enjoy,

sleeping, playing, living.

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