One cannot contemplate what experience
A life doth bring, nor can it ever share
Until it’s lived some years to tell,
Or dream it’s dream.
An octave note, within it’s musical dream
Music reaches into depths of inner
Most souls, beyond descript –
This life, we plan to dream.
For all must dream, and dream we might.
Live this life we should but dare
For life to live, and all to share –
For contemplation, life’s greatest desire
For all to learn
The ability to care!
© Sharon-Elizabeth Walker, 2011/2012