Destiny Speaks in Childhood Dreams
Destiny Speaks in Childhood Dreams
One of me in Heaven,
another in Hell.
Another in the womb,
another could be locked in a cell.
A shaking, fleeting tremor
normally unobserved,
foreshadowed a circumstance
absent of light.
People in caves
see reality in shadows.
Few see in dimensions,
across dimension.
Déjà vu strikes a brain lobe,
a coded message from myself
existing,
somewhere in another layer, parallel.
An encrypted directive
to be examined and heeded.
The symbols have meaning in another place.
Still, It moves.
As children,
we colored our worlds
in the existence of other worlds.
Called it make-believe.
Labeled imagination.
The places were and are
real,
moving to logics
beyond our conceptions.
Children’s perceptions
illuminate more truth
than any studied rationale.
I imagine
that one of me
is watching another me
write this piece.
Both smiled
at the ending.
“Imagination,” they said,
“that’s just crazy.”
