came to me;
kept hanging there, elusively,
waiting for me to grasp it;
dangling, just beyond my
reach.
and, slowly, I climbed up the
string of it,
not knowing where it would
take me,
but climbing, inch by
discovered inch.
As I climbed further along
this string of a dream
bits and pieces were
discovered.
The vision began to reveal
itself;
a vision of the dream
at the end of the string.
-Joy S. Barefoot
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