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 !
© 2015 Mihnea-Andrei Andreescu
Comments
Mihnea you really have a knack for poetry. Great poems with so much meaning and I can feel your passion while reading them. Definitely, continue to publish them and enter some poetry contests. Keep up the great work.
If only people were willing to work with each other and not take advantage of them, the world will be just as you imagined. But sadly, we can not (not in the present at least).
