She stands a lightning rod among the grass awaiting the coming storm She hears the thunder clap from far away its sound increasingly near She sees the carpet of mist approaching pushed on by a gentle wind She feels the first drops fall down on her skin washing off the calm pretense She cries relishing the rain on her face knowing it will hide the tears -------------------------------------------------------------------------**This work is copyrighted 1993 by Amberle (amberle@mindspring.com). http://www.mindspring.com/~amberle/ Reproduction is prohibited without express permission of the author**
I lay beside the dreamer
as she lay fast asleep.
I held my arms around her.
I prayed my soul she'd keep.
I alone believed in her,
in the power that she claimed.
And though that power would not stir,
I was not ashamed.
The skies were filling up with light.
The end was coming fast.
The crashing comet woke the night
that was to be our last.
I held my breath and held her tight;
I dreamed the dream she dared.
When I felt its loving light,
I knew that we'd be spared.
She smiled at me, there in that place,
where dreams are living free.
The light erased every trace
of fear's uncertainty.
She held me for forever there,
in that place I'll always know.
"You must go back, this dream to share,"
she said, but I said no.
She kissed my cheek and smiled again.
I sighed and turned away.
I wished I could have stayed there then,
but I had to wake the day.
When I opened up my eyes,
the dawn was fresh and new.
But it came as no surprise,
for love makes dreams come true.
Now did I dream the world's ill fate?
Or dream it back to life?
The stars all say it's not too late.
Love can end all strife.
Oh dreamers who dream of the light,
dream the dreams you do.
The world is ending every night.
Through dreams it's born anew.
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(pforpeace@aol.com).
People for Peace
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What is past is prologue Today is tomorrow's history The sins of today Are the next days lead story Today will soon slip into yesterday With its lesson to learn As history repeats itself For that knowledge we yearn Learn we must From our past mistakes To improve our lives And enjoy the new days To fail to learn Is a spiritual death Forever to sleep To take our last breath How many times do we love How many loves last We will in time find the right one But only if we learn from the past -------------------------------------------------------------------------**This work is copyrighted by WiccanRic. (WiccanRic@aol.com). Reproduction is prohibited without express permission of the author**
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