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Chadwick Fontenot

Sweet Dreams

Life's a dream, disturbed on the morning of death.
Compiled in trust, and sealed by love 'til the last breath.
We look for faith to give us hope,
that when this morning comes we won't be woke.
We're merely images consisting of bone, living in the flesh.
Tear the flesh and it some will heal.
Stretch your emotions, then learn to feel.
Now release your thoughts to where you wish to be.
Wink your mind's eye and then you'll see.
Eye, Heart, Hand, and Soul:
Your eyes exploring the divine.
Your heart making it you.
Your hands will be the sensual link, and
you soul will someday experience what you think.