A Man of Dreams


By Silvana Cusack
  July 11, 2000


A man of dreams he was
He stood tall and strong
Built like the gods handsome in heart and body
Inner and outer strength
His hands could hold the world
His pen scribed the inner sanctuary of human kind

He left a peaceful land to face the harshness of the war
Even in the chaos he could find beauty
Compassionate eyes saw the world with love
Even in the madness he found hope

He was a father
He was a husband and friend
Honor and Pride wrapped with love was his armor
The gods held him close to their hearts
Brave Hearts fought to keep peace and love
He left for distant lands
Upon Silver Wings he flew so high
So many years ago a knight of modern times

His visits to foreign lands filled his heart with joys and pains
His hands scribed words with love and passion for life
Upon silver wings he flew over emerald hills of grass and deep blue oceans
The grass rhythmically swaying to the wind and tried to reach the skies
The oceans shimmered through the night and gave color to dark days they would face

Little children sleep upon warm beds at night
Mother wished them goodnight
In the silence of the twilight she cries and prays for her beloved so far away;
For the gods to keep him from harms way

She polishes the silver and brass
She thinks of dreams they both desired
Beloved alone in far distant lands
Children sleep in peaceful plains
He fought to keep his country free from harm
His last thoughts at night were about his little children and his beloved wife

A man of dreams of visions deep and wide
You bestowed such a gift upon your son
He bears your hands and your sweet smile
Your eyes as his can see far beyond what we can see
He too can see the beauty of life 
He paints pictures in modern ways
His eye for pictures would steal your heart

Over the oceans over the lands
Over the seas upon silver wings he flies
With golden dreams he glides the skies
Please Mr. Dream man grant me a wish
To join the lands with peace and love
And keep him safe and close to your heart

Tragedy struck like a sword upon the night
Wings were broken and they could no longer fly
Many lives were stolen in the silence of the hour
Spirits rest in the depth of dreams swirled with love and tears
Thoughts were scrambled before peace came
His last thought remains in his heart of his little children and beloved wife
For he was the guardian and peace maker to us all
Many tears have joined the oceans for so long
Sirens sing songs of the Man of Dreams
Of his kindness and open heart
His compassion for people and love of life

So now tonight I light you this candle
To thank you for giving us so much
For freedom now reigns upon our lands
And now your beloved child is now a man of love and honor
He is now a man of dreams
I thank you for giving so much of your self for the good of all
Thank you. May you rest in peace.


I dedicate this poem to you Dale in memory of your beloved Father.

With love,
Silvana Cusack

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