'As I within my dreamboat lay,
Impatient with the light of day,
A tailwind blew, though all to brief,
And sent me through a cloudy reef.
I peddled with heroic strain,
And swore an oath to ease my pain,
Then sailed above both wave and dune,
Just east of the sun and west of the moon,
In search of a dream to exhume.
My spirit like the Phoenix soars,
And beckons to the dream that roars;
Self-kindled every vision glows
And makes the future which it owes.
Unzip the day, embrace the night,
Wherein the stuff of dreams alight.
For such a bird was never found,
Who flew so high above the ground,
In search of a life, unbound.
Inside the wheel:
The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight,
But they, while their companions slept,
Were toiling upward in the night.
Original oil on hardwood box with found objects and narrative, 24" by 48" + 12" copyright 2008 Patrick Pierson www.planetzootopia.com