Floating Dreams
The next time you are
Sitting in a theater
And the house goes to half,
Just before the lights
Fade to black,
Please soften your gaze,
Maybe even squint a little
So you can see all of the dreams
Of all of the hopefuls
Floating in the air.
Sometimes they are thick as fog
Other times just a few tiny
Dust mites in the air.
These floating dreams
Fill every theater every night.
The next time you are in a theater
Please soften your gaze
When the house goes to half
Just before the lights
Fade to black
And take a look at
All of our floating dreams.
Roy W. Backes
© 2018
Roy W. Backes - Poetry 