My Dream: A Vision Of Peace – Poem by ToddMichael St. Pierre

My Dream: A Vision Of Peace

Where the mountains touch the sky, 
Where poets DREAM, where eagles fly, 
A secret place above the crowd, 
Just beneath a silver-lined cloud. 

Lift your eyes to a snowy peak, 
And see the soon-to-be we seek. 
Whisper DREAMS and let them rise, 
To the mountains old and wise. 

Climbers climb, it’s time to try, 
Where the mountains touch the sky. 
Take me there. Oh take me now, 
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow. 

Where the ocean meets the sky, 
Where mermaid dance, where seagulls fly, 
A place in DREAMS I know so well, 
The sea inside a single shell. 

Far across the living sea, 
A pale blue possibility, 
Beyond the castles made of sand, 
Tomorrow in a small child’s hand. 

Only DREAMERS need apply, 
Where the ocean meets the sky. 
Take me there. Oh take me now, 
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow. 

A common ground for one and all, 
Behind the crystal waterfall, 
Where Peace flows like a mighty stream, 
Like Dr. King I have a DREAM. 

Imagine such a goal in sight, 
For red and yellow, black and white… 

New Delhi, Beijing, Kenya, Rome, 
Earth is the place that we call home. 
Baghdad, Belfast, Tel Aviv, 
One race HUMAN, we still believe, 
Come DREAM with me… 

Where the forests reach the sky, 
Wake to DREAMS, and don’t be shy. 
We’ll DREAM the world a thorn-less rose; 
We’ll plant then watch it as it grows. 

We’ll conquer hate with DREAMS of hope, 
We’ll DREAM one big kaleidoscope. 

Whisper now; let the DREAM begin, 
It’s time to trust the truth within. 
This is where we seek and find… 
A place called PEACE for humankind. 

DREAM on DREAMERS, hopes are high, 
Where the forests reach the sky. 
Take me there. Oh take me now, 
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow. 

Now, listen close, the future calls… 
‘Build your bridges and tear down walls! ‘ 
For time has taught and so it seems, 
Realities are born of DREAMS! 

Whisper DREAMS and let them rise, 
To the mountains old and wise.

by:ToddMichael St. Pierre

Sushi Roll by Mark Tulin

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The orange sun

shines

through the porthole

of a sushi bar

where I squeeze

two chopsticks together

casting, reeling in

a rainbow roll with yellowfin,

sockeye salmon,

spicy mango sauce,

some extra ginger:

A seafaring fisherman’s

big catch

in Chinatown.