where I can search again for humanity's glow
a place where things can be forever renewed,
warmth and affection raining down on every
Words growing on branches of love and hope,
spinning tops of dusty survival,
barriers becoming invisible again,
while the world in slumbering beauty bathed.
Fertile crescents shining on mountain tops,
oppression and exploitation to pass,
into passionate flowers bloom,
delicate voices abandoning anxiety,
as each morning wakens to unity's exhaltation.
The universe surrounding us,
with multitudes of strength,
communal blankets wrapping
embers flickering with imagination,
glistening with eternities dream,
we flow as one, as we scratch the sky,
turn the leaves of clouds above,
of the solid roaring, steadying earth.