Nov 6, 2017
The Dream
Talk of futures, near and far,
Of times ahead, of where we are.
Of mountainous ranges, and fields of white.
The types of dreams, you wake from, in delight.
Of flying like birds, to our home, far away,
Soaring, back and forth, until we find where to stay,
Our hearts, never changing, as the destination differs,
Just happiness and excitement, as we say, “Should we live here?”
And maybe, we’ll find, that one solitary place,
Or maybe, it’ll be, just a dream, that we chase,
Till, one day, we awake, to an epiphany of truth,
‘You’re home is with me, and my home is with You.’
Daniel Zuppa
06/11/17