I dreamed a dream

I dreamed a dream in time gone by,
When hope was high and life, worth living.
I dreamed that love would never die,
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.
Then I was young and unafraid,
And dreams were made and used and wasted.
There was no ransom to be paid,
No song unsung, no wine, untasted.

But the tigers come at night,
With their voices soft as thunder,
As they tear your hope apart,
And they turn your dream to shame.

He slept a summer by my side,
He filled my days with endless wonder...
He took my childhood in his stride,
But he was gone when autumn came!

And still I dream he'll come to me,
That we will live the years together,
But there are dreams that cannot be,
And there are storms we cannot weather!

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living,
So different now from what it seemed...
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed...

Metaphorically Speaking...

The tides are shifting. Barely a whisper of movement but the tides are shifting. It senses the shift and resists against it, like it did for eons. It will assimilate successfully this new shift, like all shifts before it, or will it?

There is a wisp of fear lingering around. A tiny speck of fear that has been growing with the flow of time. Perhaps one day, this fear will materalise but for now, the usual dose of medicine will do the trick.

But the days of today are different from the days of the past. The lands are ravaged by greed, selfishness and cruelity. And are already beginning to crumble. It might not be this shift. Or the next 20 or even the next 500 shifts that will destroy these lands. But eventually, nothing will stand the test of time. There will always be a beginning, and an end. And the beginning of the end will begin with a single step. One that will unravel the tapesty of its' fate. One that will lead it to oblivion.

We can only hope and even pray, that when that time comes, there is still some good left on these forsaken lands, a reason, a hope, to give meaning to our actions when salvation begins.

Or perhaps, it might already be too late.