Trinity College School - Record Yearbook (Port Hope, Ontario Canada)

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The Touch of Dreams That feeling you get on summer holidays while alone in a beautiful spot”. A mindless, surf-soaked body lay upon a sandstone chesterfield. She had left the moonscaped shoreline behind. Where was she? She was everywhere, streaking through and past the cosmos at the speed of light, yet gaining a perspective of all She saw with the slow, intense scrutiny of a tortoise. Her power of magnification was such that elements responded by projecting cold tubes of light to infinity. Vibrant auras enveloped atoms; She reached out and - yes! touched them! Rocks that had been lifeless for eons were seen to live and die. Then, the soul of the sea, the ever-moving volatile sea, embraced Her. They surged together in ecstasy . . . Om! Here is Life and God and Eternity manifest on Earth! And all the while, a breathing forest sighed in the sky behind Her . . .

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LITERARY

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He existed in darkness and was alone Not a voice, not a caress. Silky blackness and solitude were his alone. He walked and there was no sound. He looked and saw nothing. His only escape was imagination; He began to dream. In those dreams he lived He saw man made in his image Walking, talking, touching. And in those dreams he saw light. As time passed his dreams became reality; He no longer existed - He no longer lived in darkness - He lived in a world of light. This world was his creation and He became its lord, The Lord of Light. The Dream | I I I