Dreams, First and Last
©2015 Susan Noyes Anderson
Martin Luther King
had quite a dream,
and so did I.
Sadly, it peaked,
then sprang a leak
and failed to satisfy.
Martin Luther King
had quite a dream,
and so did I.
Sadly, it peaked,
then sprang a leak
and failed to satisfy.
I grew up in the golden years
when WWII was finally past.
A grateful country shed her fears
as fighting men came home at last.
Faith lost is like a promise broken
somewhere in the night.
Unanswered pleas in words unspoken
push away the light.
Beyond the veil that binds the earth
lie memories we lost at birth,
rich memories of power and light
now hidden from our earthly sight.
A new train chugging round the bend,
I wish I knew where it would end.
So much momentum, smoke and steel,
unstoppable from stack to wheel.
Don’t speak Dutch to an Englishman
to tell him how you feel.
Use words that he can understand
to show your love is real.