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    Christopher Girandola is a young man I met this past April at the 2nd Annual Maryland Poetry Fest held at the Enoch Pratt Library in Baltimore,MD. This is from a collection of poems I got from him named Simply Being. Christopher lives in Annapolis,MD.

 

My Dreams Answered

                                                                           Christopher Girandola

 

What did they mean when they said: "Girl of my dreams?"

Was that all it was intended for--my dreams?

Or does that phrase hold justice when, in fact, a woman appears to take my breath away?

A woman so divine, so angelic, so magnificent

Who captures my sight and steals my heart on first glance.

Why is it now, after all these years, that my dreams are answered?

To ask that is to ask

Why the coast of America appeared to Columbus when it did

Or to ask why gold sparkled before the '49ers when it did

Or to ask why flight caught the fancy of the Wright Brothers when it did

Or, better yet, why did Juliet appear to Rome when she did

How can words so remarkable enter my thoughts so soon?

It is as if birds granted me wings for a day so I could taste the thrill of flying.

It is like dolphins singing their praise so that I could swim the seas with effortless motion.

It is the cheetah teaching me to escape the doldrums of slow-footed existence.

Such wonder.

     Such marvel.

          Such intrigue.

How could such a thing happen?

How could God grant us with the beauty of a rainbow, the colors, the shape, the neverending vision?

How could there be the incredolous snow-capped mountains standing tall so close to the pristine beaches of the California coast?

How could a setting sun wash across us with such warmth and how could, soon after,the twinkling stars move us even more?

          How could all this be?

          How could all this exist?

          How could dreams be the way they are?

          How could a "girl of my dreams" come true?

It could be because the world is a marvelous place.

It is beauty to behold; it is an image to capture.

The girl of my dreams does exist because of this.

She takes my breath away on each sight.

     She moves me differently than anyone before.

She teaches me to fly.

     She lets me surf the seas.

          She pushes me across the safari.

Such wonder.

     Such marvel.

          Such intrigue.

I guess that's what they meant when they said: "girl of my deams."

                                                                 Christopher Girandola

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