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