Sadness and Joy, Freedom and Pain.
intertwined, flow through my heart,
changing as the seconds pass.
My being feels the pain of a tree
when a leaf is torn too early,
or a raindrop fails to fall
.
The river cries out in my dreams:
poison steals her breath,
algae silences grouper screams,
dying a man-made death.
my hands are filled with blood, O God!
my heart with the wretched guilt,
as a human on this dying Earth
covered in muck and silt.
How do I clean the land and sea-
how do I clean my heart?
how do I teach my fellow man
to do as mankind ought?
my skin hurts to see the sadness
etched on all survivors
of quake and fire, landslide mire,
the rush of rising waters
find safe haven, oh my dears,
run for the horizon
the war is inching ever near,
the flames are rising higher
my faith kicks in and the rain begins
to ease my hopeless outlook,
fire is quenched by His waters of life
flowing down from His lofty throne
i realize now it is His fight,
and He will win it alone
I must stand by with eyes of faith
see our grand salvation
He will stop the killers
of our garden home
saving Earth, saving man-
left to live His perfect plan
a paradise for all of us
happy man, happy animals
soon the real life will begin
only love is needed.
Peaceful dreams come-
i laugh at troubles,
starlight shines on clear waters.
morning light flows through blinds,
mess head pokes from yellow covers
my fears float away in bubbles.
with the dawn my body lives,
your embrace, my mind expands.
my thirst is quenched in kisses,
and the air tastes like dreamsicles.
1st revision of 1st draft,
Dream River
by S.T. Martin, c. may 4 ,2015
