The Dream

by Dianna Bentley

08.30.01

I'm dreaming of Mars again.
Nested in my couch, gazing up and out.
Pushing past this place,
Past this atmosphere,
Past this gravity…
A gravity that holds me here,
upon this third and lonely planet.

I'm dreaming of Mars again.
Musing on the visions of our past.
Thinking of the ancient ones,
Upon their rocky world
Cloaked in wisdom,
Gliding silently through garden cities
and temples of thought.

I'm dreaming of Martians again.
Their peacefulness enters me.
I am absorbed by their beauty…
Their simplicity, their clarity
And in this calming moment of freedom,
Time is meaningless.
There are no answers. There are no questions.

I'm dreaming of Mars again.
Oh, I know the canals aren't really canals…
And I know what they say…
that Martians don't exist.
But what if they do?
What if they ARE there?
Roving about…invisible…undetectable.

I'm dreaming of Mars again.
I'm dreaming of Martians again.
And they give me permission…
…permission to dream.



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