Uneasy Wind

As the dream becomes a reality we are taken aback by the strange new world we encounter for the first time Old certainties being dead we touch the burning bush for the fiirst time We are not harmed The dismal past becomes ashes as we toss our sorrow into the wind Before nightfall we will count the blessings we have been granted Tomorrow the golden path will stretch before us But tonight we just await That sleep which leads to new dreams