Skylight

Once upon a time,
a friend of mine
was dreaming of a new home-
a place of her very own

She drew what she saw in her dreams,
And in it, letting in sunbeams,
On days that were bright
was her very own skylight

Some dreams need only time to come true,
Others need time to fade away

Your skylight let in the sunlight
to bathe us one bright January day.
The warmth was welcome,
and I was glad I’d come to play,
under your skylight.

We decided to make up new games,
for which we brainstormed fun names,
and we drew one out on a sheet
with drawings and assorted things,
bits and pieces
that could be stuck on with glue-
I remember how fun it was to do that.

And we spoke of someone
layering sounds upon sounds on CBC radio.
Creative energy was buzzing in my mind
when it was time for us to go.

Time for dreams to come true,
Time for dreams to fade away,
Time in such abundance
flowing since that lovely day

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