Bret K. Webster Denver, Colorado

I found a dream. My dream is writing poetry. I seek neither fame nor fortune. I write for therapy, my late father and my beloved mother who has always supported and loved me through the ups and downs of my life. When my first poem was published in the anthology, "Beneath the Harvest Moon," and I actually read it out of this beautiful book, it seemed that no matter whatever happens in my future writing, my dream had come true. To the readers that read poetry, I extend my friendship and belief that if one dreams big enough, and works hard enough, no barrier can stop us from fulfilling our dreams and goals. I am a very happy man today, not because of being a published poet, but because of my contribution to an art that I have fallen in love with.

Splendid was the day A new morning appears, the moment arrives. Release your imagination on a gifted new horizon. Do not sell yourself short, take the chance. A new beginning is at your command. Brave the tension, stay focused in the moment. Be content with the present, the sum of your wisdom will take you into the future. March with the drummer into the day, lift your spirits your decision is well placed. Release your emotions, stay clear in your thoughts. The only thing constant is change, embrace it with vengeance. Gently, ever so gently take your steps and draw on the courage of life. Venture out with confidence in your being. If you fall short, refocus and begin again. It is always a new beginning. Believe, prosper and above all stay true to your dream, for when the day ends look back and say indeed it was splendid.

Hear The Heart Wondering, moments of reflection, Controllable despair, illusory grief. Stability of time though ever so short, lends sadness to contentment, learning how life's summer will end. Anxiety enters the door and is a constant companion. Hear the spirits, hear the heart, time is vanishing. Darkness is near, timeless and shaped. The end is hazy, clouded by the unknown. Loneliness is a fight to bestow. Memories abound, O' so grand a memory. The door was shut but opened again, continue to climb, persist in the struggle, and dream the dream. Any dream will do.

All poems Copyright © 1996 Bret K. Webster. All rights reserved.