Dreams Of Better Days (rev)

At break of day we rested, the contest
of our wills declined to wrest the peace
away and where the foreign powers
held sway a quiet was in abeyance;

a ghostly calm entranced the crowd
shrouded in the shadow dance we left them,
proud and unafraid, we fled the play, we fled
the crowd, we dozed in dreams we read aloud,
we dozed in dreams of better days.

When evening came we rallied round
and rose again to rising sound, dancing to
the klaxon horn – our souls reborn.

As evening turned to vibrant night
our fancies grew and took to flight,
soared and wheeled in colours bright
while music set the stars alight and flew
into a distant view we shared with
few who dared to ride the rising tide.

From dizzy heights we canted down,
chanted with the loving crowd,
spun and twirled and pranced around
a pyre of soul desire.

The tears were real with salty tang
and voices rang out loud and clear,
don’t leave us here,
don’t leave us here!
© 2006, I.D. Carswell