Somewhere between
the stars (in my
eyes), a dream
had me saving
lucky pennies
till I was rich.
I’m long down
that glittering
road, sworn to
noble purpose;
good friends with
hope and despair.
Folks rich with
the stuff of
dreams gave back
a thousandfold,
love and joy
free for taking.
I’m holding on
to this family;
our tears and
laughter the web
that catches
each fallen star.
Amada Reza
September 2006