~The Poets Dream~
Soon winter will be upon us.
One can feel the cool Canadian breeze in the air today.
In a few days the leaves will all turn brown and fall to the ground.
Autumn and spring become the stepping stones to the unseen.
A time to be born,
A time to die,
Many sit around the camp fire asking why.
Ancient warrior of wisdom,
Play your soft chords that lead the chosen to discover
And re-discover reason.
Some of us commit treason,
Others ride the tide from season to season,
We will return again.
The clouds faces are tucked away in the corners of my mind.
The sun beams through the spaces like a flashlight
Violently searching the night.
My body explodes into the heart of the sun.
Floating through the clouds,
The memories come rushing back to meet me now.
Of you and me and how happy we used to be.
Rising up to that space between earth and heaven, I had a dream.
I had a dream of a place where people walk safely down the street,
Everyone has enough to eat,
No one ever misses a beat.
A place where the waves always reach the shore
And no one kills the children anymore.
Hold on to the dream,
Hold on to the dream…