In the half-real world of this April morning, my
body is fatigued but my mind is
clear. Its blade may be dull from the tease of
sleep, but one does expect that,
The sun has risen and the sky is
a light lemony shade to the east, predominantly a
calming pale blue, though, and the lack of
clouds makes the world seem
The occasional burst of birdsong penetrates
the muffling blanket of the walls
but save for that my world
Gazing 'round, you'd think
there was no trouble anywhere.
No mist obscures my sight - what troubled land
could give a view so plain?
Here beyond the reaches of
our bleak reality,
freedom fills the air with song and
fine natures are
darkness is a dream.
When you wake, my fellow friends,
maybe you won't see
but keep your faith and days will come -
days of joy and peace.
One day we will recreate