I Dream a World   I dream a world, a world dreams me — what are we but our dreams? They’re who we are at night, before our dreamworlds vanish in the glare   of the sun. I dream a world born in light, a world radiant with morning, naked, visible to all, and beautiful, and bright   with its burning. I dream a world whose business is to be, and to blaze like the star of Bethlehem. I dream the world that is.     © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont January 2021