Saturday, December 3, 2011

The Dream

Offenses long forgotten.
The greatest of needs,
belonging in a family.
Happiness complete as can be.

Work valued and regarded
as the missing piece to a puzzle.
Never asking, why bother or
what's the point of this struggle?

Utopia, perhaps with
fresh water and new wine gushing.
Blue skies empty of threat.
Soft, pink peonies blossoming.

Where, oh where can I find this place?
My heart wishes and dreams.
Suddenly, it occurs what was lost.
We long for Eden, where everything beams.

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