Poetry

Your eyes like tempered glass 

Are the windows of your temple

From behind their drawn shades life's

So warm and simple

Then one day your shades were lifted 

From back behind your gazing eyes

You watched you let the darkness enter 

To your world so deep inside

You saw children starving hungry 

You saw tears and doped up youths

You saw fists on naked bodies

You saw pain You saw the truth

Then one day from deep inside you

Tiny hands opened your windows 

And with the rushing cold that entered

You finally felt the ice and snow

You felt the kick of tiny feet 

You felt a cold abusive hand 

Rushing through these open windows 

All alone your body stands

In you the cold had entered 

All your world an inch of strife

Imposing on your world so simple

Through your window entered life 

I had a dream if it be told 

Clouds were made of cotton 

Hearts were made of gold

Streets were paved with hope

The houses furnished love 

And a ruby sun was burning 

In the Sapphire sky above.  

Horses were dancing 

In fields of paper flowers

There were starlit nights 

In Celestial power

Wind was sweet and 

The trees were tall

And a sense of peace 

Enveloped all.