“The Owner”

Chart our progress on this planet, won’t you, Lord?
Give us an index, a success rate, a letter grade to push
     us closer into the dreamworld which awaits, no?

Because the dreamworld awaits, doesn’t it, no? Right here?
    Right here on this planet which will be perfected, right?

Which will one day be perfected in the glorious moonlight,
    in baths of rain and tropical wind? In the Caribbean
    resort where we walk hand-in-hand in sandals with
    our one true lover and forget the rest?

Where there is limited apologizing and endless thanking and forgiving?
Where there is sunshine to warm the chilly memories of the cold distant past?

Where waking is dreamy? Yes, yes, there. There in the sand we shall
    curl our toes and know we have passed
    this class, this class of angels and saints
    and scientists and creative investigators...

So that everything could be discovered and we could revel
    in it fully, wholly, and notice finally that twilight to
    daylight is eternity.