As the breaking light turns to waking moments,
Misty dreams make their flight.
The lies unfold, truth untold,
Yet darkness still yields to light.

Naught but a dream, mayhap a nightmare,
Torrents shall take their turn.
Courage shall fold, and bones shatter,
But the unyielding hope remains.

Fights take their toll, as with struggles,
Beings taken to the uttermost.
The support, the ties, stretched to its limit,
In the darkness, does one light remain?

Friends be called, friends be told,
The enemy grows ever still.
The words and actions, ever combined,
Good intentions lead to hurt and chasms.

Nightmares and reality shatter the dream,
That leads to preemption of the necessary retreat.
Inner struggles and outer strife ever exist,
The hopes of many rest on the few.

The original dream, hidden in a corner,
Bides its time till searched out once more.
A time when hearts and shattered souls are healed,
And are led to the wanted utopia of peace.

Copyright 2007