IF

If nothing comes from nothing,  and nothing that is never was--
If ALL THAT IS, has always been,
If all creation was a thought, and then became manifested,
It still exists.

Then Someone had to remember,
Else whence came the magic world of art and music--
And why the tears of longing that flood eyes from overflowing hearts,
When seeing a painting, hearing a melody, or enjoying other art forms?

Yes! I remember!  I remember a land of two suns, crystal pyramids, domed cities.
I remember skies of purest turquoise with seas to match.  And I remember an enchanted
garden with pastel ponies and white unicorns.

I have seen Starships flashing in the night sky, signaling each other, and I have seen the
Light Beings who pilot them.

Know you not that imagination is the gateway, the bridge on the path between this dimension and
Other worlds?  Yet scoffers laugh and call us dreamers. 

AstrandaLynn~~~Copyright 2015~~~