DREAM.

I see a future
that expects nothing.
as the sheep are grazing
new worlds are revealed
passion is renewed.

Draw breath,
draw fire,
draw revival
keep ideas, on the horizon.

Admire the echoes
remember what has been exchanged,
as silent voices become a mighty roar
we keep returning, along twisting paths,
between the ridge we walk
where winds are gentle.

Exchange values
stare for stare,
take a strangers hand and hug
hold tight and take a chance.

These are dangerous times
turn of the flow of twisted ideology,
let it run and take its course
to placid waters.

Make love
become a friend of reason,
swim like a salmon
head far upstream,
catch truth
follow freedom.

While history is happening
revolutions keep rearranging,
with safety nets of protection
and clouds that continue to float,
I feel the future rattling near.
wake up and smell the roses.