With Dreams and Plans
To-day hath been the greatest day,
For now, this time of my reflection
Shall break the chains of lethargy;
I will dive through this black sea of sorrow
Of shades pale blue and green with yellow,
Where sundrops glide lazily from the moon
And tickle the wind’s weary eyes
I must empty the tinderbox of woes and worry
To fill it deep with flight and direction
And the sparks that doth disperse
May weave the gown of majesty;
For each strand an action, each glimmer a jewel,
A flashlight in silence of the secrets within
Reborn upon the heralding of day.
Through my lips doth come my utterance
This voice, great power rare
To command the trees to rise as towers
From whence all things are small;
My earth below is naught but clay
And rivers are tainted the same,
Through tempered will it hath become your haven
‘Hark!’ I shout in sangunity, ‘Let there be no cloud
No shroud of misery, to hide me from this glee
For I have seen above the rains of sorrow
And this rainbow is for me,’
‘There cannot be a Sunrise without sacrifice,
And no lotus without a stream;
Yet thy choose to live in recluse
When thy days do pass like sheep,’
‘Drench, drench thy hands in waters’ deep
Until your secret are in reach;
And pluck each petalled mem-ory
With your wishes and your dreams.’
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