When I died I had a
dream,
about a naked boy in a blood red stream.
Where am I? Who is he?
Said
the thoughts that came to me.
He pointed a finger. I felt a scream.
God
this hurts for just a dream.
I'm the one that could not be,
said the
boy in front of me.
Entwined in discord the voices rose,
but there
he stood in that pose.
Come play with me the little boy said,
While
the chorus of voices rang in my head.
I tried to speak, but there
was no air.
My chest aflame, I felt despair.
Forces pulling, one each
way,
Then one clear voice, I heard the word...stay
This book was created to raise money for research, as
well as awareness, by way of art. This book is full color and smythe
sewn with 83 pages. ISBN 0-9762614-1-3, LCCN 2004115175.
To date the author has donated more than 130 books to libraries and
Universities and over $1000.00 to the Muscular Dystrophy Association.
