Why, Where and When
Where are we going,
and where have we
been
Through some past
perpendicular
surreal scene,
Or some place where
the heavens are
scattered in grey?
It seems so much has
changed since we
have been away.
Why are our flowers
all coloured just
white
Optical illusion, or
a trick of the
light?
And why are our
clouds coloured
Autumnal gold
Are they wrapped
round the sun light
to keep out the
cold?
Why are there no
signposts upon our
long road
and why is there
nothing to lighten
our load?
Yet why do we smile
when inside we just
frown
And why so seldom
up, and yet so often
down?
When will our
promises mirror our
dreams
And when will our
final one glow as it
gleams,
Like sails in the
sunset, like a
rainbow at dawn
Like the soft glint
of beauty each time
it is born.
When will our
nightmares turn into
our Prayers
When the lantern
burns bright at the
foot of our stairs,
And finally when
will our spirits be
free
To sail in the
breeze of life’s
eternal sea?
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