Starry-eyed,
I dream awake
drifting on
a moonlit lake
wondering,
“Is more at stake
than what I
for granted take?”
Would I could,
for goodness’ sake,
seize the wrong
and right it make…
but alone
my heart doth ache
cycles of
hatred to break–
for then peace
on earth would shake
all I see
before me fake.
© DreamMatrix 2007
