WHO DARES TO DREAM
written on the birth of Annie my severly mentally and physcally handicapped granddaughter.
where thoughts whilrl in a tangle of sound
and sound mingles with fear and uncried tears,
where days and nights have no margins
and what of tomorrow
will suns rays bring comfort
and burn away unformed thoughts
will rebirth follow
and flushing petal cheeks with hints of day
will reason have a chance to enter in this scene
or is it unreasonable to dream?