The Dream

I do, so very much, dream of travel! I suppose the trips of my youth begat that dream in early years.

The taste of other lands, their cultures and mysteries run through my wandering mind like a small boy lost in a store. Fantasizing the teacher used to call it. I prefer to say that it the first step to reality!

I have seen the Eiffel Tower, seen the great collesium of Rome and the great catherdrals. I've been so blessed to have seen the magic in an African sunset and touched the end of a day with the hope of tomorrow.

I have looked into the eyes of the hungry child, heard the shots fired across the river and smelled death one on one. I have cried for joy and cried for pain.

I have seen the oceans from either coast and sampled the salty sea. I swam in the Mediteranean and the ponds of the Veld and I have swam in the eyes of passion.

Yet, now in the dark I sit ... dreaming of the future to be. Shall it be the adventure of the Outback or the wilds of the Kilihari? The plans I make now are the substances of the dreams the my rocker built in the wake of my imagination.

I have lived the past and survived it well. My joints now creak with the added year, but I don't relent. Each step leads to a new day ... a new future!