(This poem USED to be on the index page.)

We, The Dreamers

Dreamers of dreams,
we the living
now seek to give our visions,
Turning the ghosts of our minds
into tangible truth
with the power of the mind.
One drinks golden nectar from the Past.
Who can say she has not been there?
One a forever child,
With innocence complete.
One creates with fire
Worlds that should be.
And one seeks to engrave it all
so deeply that no one can ever forget
this cup of wonder,
forged in earnest
and served with love.

Joan Lansberry