Dream of a Poet

The dream of a poet Is to see the day become night Is to see the beautiful bloom of a flower As it makes way to a party or to cheer an aching heart Is to see you put your hand over mine In a purely innocent, caring act of tenderness Is to see the luminous sparkling light from two soul mates Light up like the grand finale of a New Year’s fireworks celebration Is to see young children Of all colors, race and religions Playing and dancing Wisely holding hands in a wide circle Educating some confused adults on how things should be Is to see the wheel of evolution Turn and become reality as it moves on Leaving behind the greed of materialism Is to see everyone working open-heartedly To graduate from this Earthly school with flying colors And then commemorate the end of our journey By the side of our creator Is to see the respect given to mother Earth Which she more than deserves Become an action done from the heart Rather than being forced by some kind of lame law Is to see mankind not laughing at an act of disrespect When another brother falls down In a moment of weakness without compassion Is to see an argument solved Through written words and wise knowledge Rather than raising a fist or Pulling the trigger of a gun Choosing to make the pen the only weapon of choice Is to see in a moment of grace Through the enlightened eyes of God And witness for the first time when everything Becomes alive As good starts to work in perfect harmony With me and you