Dream
By: Eric Hagen

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​East Fork:

A Journal of the Arts​​


Dream for those who can't, we need you to

Dream for the lives we lost working hours we didn't

have to put milk and bread on the table, we lost

friends and innocence, we didn't have enough to --

know where it comes from and where it goes,

sometimes you have to lose to know how to win

Dream for her, who for too long was beaten down by

words and action, near every man like her daughter's father, tossed

like some puppet between throes of berating and "Baby, I love you"

"Baby, I'm sorry," but she's unable leave, the abuse

was something solid, something she believed deserved, worried and working toward

anything better, losing sleep over concern that her daughter

has a good upbringing, better than she had, and doesn't see how much

she has already sacrificed --

for those who know it's true

all the things you do, come back to you

Dream for him who watched broken

from the roadside, his son and wife laid on sand and pavement

like sleep overcome and what death brings

to the living, the solid grief and hollow sympathy, when recovery

is only in dealing, when healing is never an option

but love always is, losing sleep over his students who,

because he believes in them, spends a lifetime

thinking of ways to help them achieve their own --

Dream

Dream on

Dream for me, and I'll dream

for you, dream until

the dream comes true.