A Dream Whose Time Is Soon Coming

by Melissa Fry


 

We are a dream whose time is soon coming.

we are the night on the verge of waking.

we are the dawn at the moment of rising.

we are the earth in her hour of quaking.

we can all fly beyond all our sorrows,

soaring high like an eagle above.

we are the heavy mother now birthing,

her spirit filled universe of love.

we are old like the rivers and mountains.

we are old like the stars in the skies.

we are young like a just born baby,

looking here at this life with new eyes.

we are healing like the most powerful medicine.

we are grief in the moment it ends.

we are all the shattered pieces coming together,

of a broken world now as she mends.

we are glory, we are faith, we are beauty

we are peace, we are love, we are right.

we are a dream whose time is soon coming

we are the new day coming to light.

 

to Autumn Leaves, an online poetry journal
volume 10(6)
This poem is copyright © 2006, Melissa Fry, all rights reserved.
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