“Daddy!” the young boy screamed one night, 

his voice was filled with dread

When his dad arrived his son cried out,

“There’s a monster beneath my bed!”


His father touched his son’s cheek and smiled, 

“Let me have a look.” he said 

Then clutching his son’s hand 

he peered beneath his bed.


“Be careful Daddy! Be careful.” was all his son could say.

“I think we scared him off.” Dad said, “Looks like he’s run away.”


‘“You see monsters are good as scaring but it’s courage that they lack.

I have just the thing you need to insure that monster won’t come back.”


It guarantees there will never again be a monster beneath your bed.

Then he put something in his son’s hands…”It’s a dreamcatcher.” He said


This will only let your good dreams in…it filters out the bad.

It will scare off any future monsters…no matter how big or ugly…or mad.


And from that day forward throughout the years

the dreamcatcher worked just like his dad said

and never again did he awaken to find 

any monsters beneath his bed.


And many a morning we would awake and wonder…

since he only had good dreams…never bad.

if the magic was in his dreamcatcher…


or the magic was in his dad.

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My mom loved to mix her imagination with reality

which meant her stories had a few twists 

I called her world Dreamality…making her a dreamalist.


I remember one night when I was young 

We were sitting outside…just her…and me

“Close your eyes.” She said, “and when you open them 

your star will be the first one that you see."


“That star was created when you were born…

when you became my son

It was placed up in the heavens to announce 

a new life has begun.”


“See how it is beating…it matches the beating of your heart…

Those stars beating brightest are the new ones

while those whose beats are fading are preparing to depart.


“Your star remains aglow until the day you die.” She said.

“for our stars are nothing if not precise

at which point it will swoop down and carry your soul to paradise?”


I imagine Mom was wise enough to understand the science of light diffusion

how the brightness and the beating of the stars is just an optical illusion…


I imagine she understood how meteoroids 

are just burning bits of dust and rock…quite small 

And, scientifically speaking, are not shooting stars at all.


But that did not deter her from believing her story in totality

(now you begin to understand my mom’s world of Dreamality).


Mom’s star burned out years ago and, yes, I consider it quite nice

to think it swooped down from above and carried her soul to paradise.


Many nights I still greet my star…

it’s something I can’t resist.

I regard it as a gift...given to me long ago, 


by my Mom, the dreamalist.

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Her parents use to read her Fairy Tales

she remember their voices…

their joy…

their laughter

which is why, she imagines, she grew up

believing in happily ever after.


She believes in bears that talk…

in trees that dance…

in wizards who can fly...

She believes a kiss can turn a frog into a prince

She believes in castles in the sky…


She believes in dragons who breathe fire…

She believes some mice may be blind

She believes witches can be beautiful 

and ogres can be kind


And today, now that she is old 

every night when she closes her eyes in bed

she still believe in magic lamps…

in beanstalks

and houses made of gingerbread.


And when she opens her eyes every morning

she smiles wondering how her parents knew…

how happily ever after her life would turn out


how Fairy Tales do come true.

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Growing up he had this dream…to be a millionaire…

He’d live in a beautiful house, 

drive a fancy car 

and have wealth beyond compare.


He’d skate through a life of happiness, never wear a frown

There’d be no reason to be sad…for he’d be the richest man in town.


Then he grew up, got married…suddenly…lo and behold

with a family that was growing he put his initial dream on hold.


With these new responsibilities came some apprehension and some doubt

Now a healthy, happy family was all he dreamed about.


Then something wonderful happened…for as his family grew

he looked around and realized…his simple dream came true.


He looked around and realized…he was a millionaire

He had friends, a beautiful family and and love beyond compare.


And today he skates through a life of happiness…

he never wears a frown

after all has no reason to be sad…


for he’s the richest man in town.

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7. Dreams

Black Shades

My heart burns with the appetite

to unravle my dreams

and allow them to devour me.

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They were on the edge of hopelessness…their dream…not going as they planned

until they happened on a little purple flower growing in the sand…


And they began to hope again…believing their dream…within their reach


when they saw a little purple flower growing on the beach.

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The pier was crowded with people…the water shimmered like glass

When a family of dolphins caught everyone’s eyes as they came swimming by en masse.


We watched one dolphin jump…I’ve never seen one jump so high…

when a little boy sitting next to us said, “Look, Mommy…did you see that dolphin fly?”


“Did you see him, Mommy? Did you see him jump? Dod ups see him touch the sky?”

“I knew dolphins could swim.” He yelled….”But I never dreamed that they could fly!”


His mom smiled at his innocence…and a tear fell from her eye.

“How lucky we were to be here, she said…when that dolphin chose to fly.”


“You see it doesn’t happen often…we’re not sure the reason why… 

but not many people ever get the chance…to see a dolphin fly.”


“I wonder if it’s a sign,” his mom said…”perhaps the dolphin is telling you

not to give up hope…that your dream may still come true.”


That some day people will see you jump…they will see you touch the sky…

and another boy will yell out, “Mommy, did you see that little boy fly?”


The boy nodded his head an smiled…a smile that filled the air…


As they turned to walk away together…as Mom pushed his wheel chair.

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Empty handed

All and nothing

For you moulded in my moment,

A hero in hesitation,

Sweep away, sweep away,

Passionate unhinderance,

Forgotten follied thoughts,

Lain yesterday’s dreams,,

Lancing reality,

Sweeps away, sweeps away,

My hero of the pedestal.

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Life is a series of adventures…daring journeys we undertake

In some adventures we succeed…in others we make mistakes.


But every day, if we’re lucky, new adventures are in store…

And we add these new adventures to the ones we’ve had before.


School, jobs, dating, marriage…birthdays, anniversaries…milestones

each adventure multiplies exponentially…adding more adventures of their own.


Family, children, grandchildren…adventures every one

Growing old together…makes all adventures fun…


With that in mind we’ve bought a camper…it’s tiny, white and blue

It has a kitchen on the outside…and inside…just sleeps 2.


It will take us on new adventures…some will be simple…some quite grand

but many new adventures await us…as we travel ‘cross the land.


We dreamt of a life of happiness filled with a loving family too

and we have been blessed to be around to see that dream come true…


But we haven’t yet stopped dreaming…our adventures are still midstream…

for there is so much more to see in life and so much more to dream.


Before us, now, a host of new adventures…is just about to dawn

And as we head out in our little camper… 


our dream continues on…

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