With the tongue of my soul.

I'm able to dream. Of a perfect world. And when I'm immersed in that dream. I am momentarily in that perfect world. That's why I choose to be a dreamer. It's a creator-given option. The ultimate blessing.  To imagine perfection.  The same way as the creator. I am able to leave my bedraggled world.  For a spiffy world. Of course,  I return to reality. But not until I have tasted perfection.  With the tongue of my soul.  I have quenched my hunger. --Jim Broede