I Am Dreaming Poem by shimon weinroth

I hear the song of longing
for quiet and tranquility,
fresh, clean air, sparkling waters
glowing rays, the aurora of being
and feeling safe,

sharper senses to kiss the emotions,
that thrill and spill over,
with each moment,
new hopes,
that it can be better,
the sun will break through
gray war clouds disperse
to return to Eden of sublime
and good will,
to the muses of creativity

echo through the hills
and over the mountains,
new horizons filled with
thrills of empathy
and clear breeze of compassion,

kissing each cranny of our beings
the sweet perfumes of care
will drench the angry fires,
and wipe out despair
I dreamt there was enough to eat

for all, and growing up was fun
warm and secure
love and laughter
blanketed all fear
and the people did not sneer,

at peace and friendship
commodities of war would disappear
a dream for mother earth
not in another millenium another galaxy
where love has fallen into disuse

discord in cities of greed
hopes absorbed,

I do believe
there will come a better time