Everything we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream
Edgar Allan Poe
Like others before me I have the gift of sight,
But the truth changes color depending on the light
And tomorrow can be clearer than yesterday.
Memory is a collection of images, some illusive,
others implanted indelibly on the brain
Each image is like a thread, each thread woven together
to make a tapestry of intricate texture
and the tapestry tells a story
And the story is our past.
Clouds paint the currents of the sky
Forces made visible to the eye
Dreams paint the weather of the mind
Awesome treasures there we find.
....Gini Schmitz....
