He had a dream that we would someday allow everyone to have their own dream. Silly or profound, understood or not, it doesn’t matter. What matters is being free to dream it.

 

I had a dream

The Dream of a Different Martin

A dream of a brightly colored self and a matching kite smiling in the wind, yes.  

A dream of floating above a canyon, far above the dangerous water, yes.  

A dream of radio and rock and roll, yes.

A dream of green across the sky, yes.

A dream of a serenading snake, yes.

A dream of a cat as important as the sun, yes.

A dream of a sailboat waiting for you to make it move, yes.

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Drawing and poem by Martin Coleman

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