Dream

In my paltry crib,at night

I reclined and closed my eyes:

I saw a sphere of mire and murk.

Where angels drowned and demons lurked,

Waste forsaken by the High,

Where probity and chaste dreams dried,

Wings wert draping by a rope,

Spirits faded,lost all hope...

Hither fowl and beast alike

Made good meat - not seen as life.

A world of lavishness and wealth,

A world of famine,war and death.

Yet I dreamt another dream,

Moonbeams danced and children sang.

No suffering ,nor pain, nor pang ;

Bears spoke gently to the bream.

Hither colors black and white

Clashed only on chessboard lines,

No rivalry,disdain or strife,

No malfeasance to be seen.

And I saw,I saw the King

To Him phoenix birds would sing

Suns would praise Him,all would sing

Under His guardian wing !