The Dance of Dreams
By Stephen Smoke
Children dance the dance of dreams
Till from their sleep they wake
Such innocence is precious gold
Lost when morning breaks
The world is wide and welcoming
When seen through children’s eyes
They see the world as it is
Before they learn to cry
Through valleys and the darkest nights
The tears of angels run
To oceans that connect us all
And make the many one
But such connection’s hard to see
And seldom what it seems
Unseen by most since they were young
And danced the dance of dreams
© 2002 by Stephen Smoke. All rights reserved.