Dream

 

As the sky folds in to the night
As the clouds form the grotesque fears inside

 

Call, Call to the world with out sound
to the skies with out a star that shines

 

Dry, Dry not a drop of water insight
thirst and cracks with in the buried heart

 

Barren land a reach of the hand
pull wonders from a dreamland

 

A wave of light
like a curtain brushes the sand

 

Dream, Dream of wings to fly
of going to a place that can be faced

 

Written by ELIAS M. ARNAOUT
COPYRIGHT 1993