I can imagine
that clouds are really
upside down icebergs
crossing the sky
and that Newfoundland
lays next to heaven.

I can imagine
that the smell of wildflowers
come to us
by passing ships
on infinite horizons
that our ancestors steer.

I can wish on stars
that fall from the night sky
keeping their promise in my heart
as the night wind carry dreams
that fill the minds and hearts
of tomorrow’s leaders.

I can hope
I can dream
next to heaven.

Author Michael Plante