A Dream

The sifted sands of childhood-castled fantasies hourglassed
between my parted fingers, and imaginings of future joys
dissolved to fallacies: Death would call its option on my mortal
acre of eternity. I soared then by a painted door—my own rich
gold and knobless portal I had never seen before. It opened,
and I saw inside an ancient paper slip float in nothingness
among the stars and galaxies. I reached for it, and it slidingly
became a billion-mile-long smile of glowing love upon the face
of everything. "Thanks for a reason to be," whispered the
universe to me.

by Robert Hampton Burt
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