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IMPOSSIBLE DREAM
I have an astounding dream to report.
It has me running down a long hall in the semi-darkness
With a key in my hand. It's a cylindrical key,
And on its end it has a single, protruding notch,
The type of a key used to wind an antique clock.
Mounted to the wall at the end of my run stands A giant, three-dimensional cartoon heart.
Although hand-painted, it has a natural color. It seems the skin of a Red Delicious apple.
On the right at the top of this wondrous heart A gold-metal strike plate sets up over against
An aperture, the channel; I wonder if it leads To the lock that might open, release your
heart?
Have I the key? Or do I dream only to wake, Awaken to nightmare day of awful longing and
ache?
Have I lost my mind? Has logic betrayed me? Do I confuse dream wish with reality?
Darling, answer me soon! Does my deep desire Verge on truth? Will anxiety cease?
The promise of a new, peaceful kingdom Is it to be fulfilled, here, in the affirmative
today?
Now I stand before you, You, Love, my higher power,
And the congregates sense the blasphemy; They whisper calumnies.
They say that I am my father's son,
"He is the boy from the hardware store! By whose authority has he the right to reveal,
Who does he believe -- just who might he think he is
When he revels in his midnight imaginings?"
And me, their belligerence, The hostility of the locals does not concern
me, Not a whit, though they rise up
And ready to condemn me. I pray ... I might have definite answer,
That I am prophet in this house, That I may begin this, my public ministry,
positive, Carry hope for life anew,
And have news extraordinary, good, for all to hear.
Down a space eclipsed in semi-darkness, I run.
I have a key in my hand. It's cylindrical; A single notch protrudes at its end.
It seems the kind of key that winds an antique clock.
Darling, please, your answer! Have I the key to open your heart,
Or do I dream the impossible dream?