There was a time when skies were bluer and clouds soared higher and ghosts filled the blackness between every star.
A boy had a recurring dream...a girl, who somehow, he knew he loved would be walking across from him in a wooded park of tall green oaks and singing birds beyond a deep blue pond on a path to somewhere nowhere, a place impossibly beyond existence. Wonder, the boy did, who she was and where she was going and why she looked over her shoulder back at him. Yet in another dream or in a future life he did not know but only a fleeting vision that seemed so real as if painted by the hand of some devious God. He did feel for a moment, i