Rick

What dream is this I dare not know
That freely wanders through your soul;
That in your noble mind you hear
And lets you see the future clear?

And far away within your eyes,
Where tranquil hope there sanctifies
A barely hidden treasury,
Are secrets to the things you see.

And though in truth you do belong
to everyone, and yet to none,
Regardless of that legacy
Within your wonder must be free.

- Edna Huber (1971*)