Lead dreams

Lead dreams

Within me,

I long for a bounty

of lead dreams to drop

like fruit

on a starving mind and soul.

Just a dream can change one’s sleep,

so too can one dream of passion

conjure up the living dreams

we keep fantasized when we walk

each day in our sleep…

But you see, I refuse to be a somnambulist

shackled to mundane professions

like destiny-dead peeps…

I want lead dreams carved by lead hands

to set me free!

Am I going to be the next Hughes/Ellison/Leroi Jones?

Not likely.

But if one bit of prose, one line of verse

can reverse the curse of so many failed lives

and stalled ambitions

then my purpose will have been served.

For the written word to me

is not just a spring of personal strength and certainty

but a bottle of hope to pass

from one needy hand to the next.

This is what I want my job to be --

an author crafting new lives, new worlds

on barren paper sheets.