inspired by Vivaldi and imagining the unimaginable
I dream and I sleep
to a brand new age
a glorious twilight
of humanity's reasons
and for the dawn of life,
not the sleep of death
in the dreams our fleeting thoughts
I dream and I sleep
for my ransomed pride
that couldn't take another step
on the cold ground of self prison
and curses the grave of hatred
daring to take those first steps
of the stranger in the foreign land
I dream and I sleep
for an unspeakable joy
in daring reality of open windows
and winds making shades of victory's cry
not for a brighter dusk, but for a better dawn
justified by a past well paved
and a present well spent
I dream and I sleep
after this day is put to rest
and my worries dance on the midnight hands of the clock
dancing to the fast approach of the first light
I will never understand
~Jared
1 comment:
great memory of first reading this - fall morning in central park :)
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