Friday, December 23, 2011


sometimes the sun shines, oh, so bright, and sometimes the air is       sweet and clear       
sometimes my world glistens and glows, and sometimes the future feels so near      
then one day the sun doesn’t shine; one day the air is closed and too hot       

then one day my world's dull and dim; one day the future that was, is not          
I cannot cry for lost sunshine, and I cannot long for cool, sweet air       

I cannot see the world I know, and I cannot touch the future bare       

so I dream of gold lights of warmth; I dream of breezes in the dark night       

so I dream of my life's freedom; I dream of magic futures of light   


Copyright 1976 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

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