a dream

A Poem by heather

Outside, the air is fragrant
after the fall of a winter's first shower.
The grass is strewn with raindrops,
provoking you to take a spill.
But you've got places to go-
as far as your determination will take you.
You eagerly embark on your journey.
Arrive wholeheartedly at your point of interest-
a San Franciscan antique shop,
its façade undoubtedly inviting.
Walking in, your eyes wander...
but suddenly discover a glimpse of light.
Hanging under a Victorian lamp,
a painting of a young boy, lost in his thoughts.
Enticed, you find yourself inches away,
longing to know what he dreamt of, who he loved.
Flattered, the owner took heed,
your enthusiasm conspicous.
He breaks your concentration,
proposes a cup of coffee.
You are not taken aback,
the boy in the painting is his forefather.
It took several hours,
telling you of the boy's long life.
He grew to be an astronomer,
counting the ceaseless lights of the night sky.
Loved a woman endlessly,
who blessed him with three.
He dreamt of the universe,
and loved his wife.
Heart warmed, you thank the owner
and go out to explore.
The night sky is astonishing,
luminous,
glowing.
You dream of your own astronomer,
and depart on your drive home.