The Dreamer's Dream

Finally, I do believe I’ve got this thing

figured out. (Finally, I say, after 70-years

and hopeful of surviving yet another day.)

Now of course, I speak for myself alone;

Others will most assuredly have notions

of their own. Our thoughts are often

personal, you see, and some are kept

silently sacred for good reason, I believe.

No one wants to be labeled as ridiculous

or a fool. At my age, it rarely matters

anymore what I have to say, so call me

crazy, senile or what you will. In any

case, here goes: This life of mine, all I

have seen and done, every sight, sound

and feeling, every word heard and spoken,

the Mississippi Rivers of thoughts which

have flowed, the Rocky Mountains of

hope and Death Valleys of despair have

all been part of a dream I have been

dreaming since retiring sometime late

last night. And when I awake, I will

have forgotten all of it. There will be

no sunrise to open my eyes. I’ll turn

over and fall back into sleep, my head

resting comfortably on the down-filled

pillow of eternity. And no one, not even

you dreaming your own dream shall not

remember me. Goodnight. Sleep tight.

Chris Hanch 10-4-17