The vision of the nobel heart
should never submit to the
word crushers of sublime dreams~
We poets, we seers of a more
perfect way do subscribe to
a heavenly hope~
We see what can be achieved and
say..why not~
Never mind that the world is
rushing to its destruction
Never mind that evil seems
to be naturally entrenched
into the very psyche and nature
of the course of events~
We dream because the dream is
the hope that a thousand heros
have died for~
We squeeze the truth from every
word as from a fresh yellow lemon,
though sour to the mind it is
sweetened by a yielding heart~
Mountains seem immovable yet we
are not eternally commited to follow
the same laws as do blind rocks~
Sleeping poets must awake to the
call of creations song and contribute
to the lyrics of cosmic wholeness~
In a world of a million chances take
a chance..unearth the ancient dream~
Draw out the deeper meaning of timeless
wounds..and replant paradise in a
despairing world~