Venice, it seems, is buildings, streets, canals
but look again, it is built from dreams
and knitted together by we, the dreamers
The biggest dreamer, Abbot Kinney,
dreamed Venice out of the void
And into the soft fog of the world
By his side, Irving Tabor dreamed
of sunlight and good for his people
In a few blocks called Oakwood
When Abbot died, little dreamers
sat by the beach and dreamed
only for a family, a job and a home
Then came the poetic dreams of the Beats
set to the lonely bebop riffs
of seagulls’ cries and waves pounding
Stuart Perkoff dreamed
of the Lady, and the Lady
dreamed of Stuart
John Haag dreamed of freeing Venice
for the people, for all the people
to live in peace in a city of their own.
Philomene Long wove
her dream of timeless love
from her lofty perch by the sea.
Now, thousands dream
their dreams that everyday
recreate Venice in our minds.
Do you have a Venice dream?
If you do, make if real,
make if real.