Chasing dreams

So many disparate ideas float

in the dream world of forever,

with wind wining,

clouds racing across the night;

drought biting deep,

bombs exploding,

fright expanding,

loathing and intolerance

push love over the horizon,

the gentle mind screams out

into the driving wind,

looks inside itself

for wonderment,

words of fellowship and love,

of people stretching out

to each other through the doom,

smiling in relieve,

helping the earth;

dreams grow words,

ideas, philosophies of

peace in our troubled world.




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