" OVER THE RAINBOW "

My dream grew wings of it's own last night
And when I awoke I was in the Poppy fields of Oz
A scarecrow stumbled at my feet and burst into fiery light
A girl named Dorothy danced along with a vague regardless pause
And I knew right then, that my life was over the rainbow....

Somewhere within the colorless spectrum
Of grave hallucinations
And the happy-go-lucky attitude
Of the lions cowardliness
I knew this Universe inside my room
Was a destination pre-ordained....

A chance encounter
Where I could draw upon my dream
With wings of its own, attached to a tin man
Whose hollow beating heart
Could bring a rusty old man's dreams
To a place where you could smile in your sleep
And wake up to a self-confidence
That only existed beyond lonely...

In a place, where your dreams
Stood steadfast in the Poppy fields of Oz
And somewhere within its colorful spectrum
Did manifest the Universal joy
Of being over the rainbow......

Tony Taylor  (Chicago)