RECYCLED DREAMS
When did the music stop playing?
When did our children cease dancing
under blooming spring trees of pink
and white blossoms of dreamy scent?
Innocence so fragile and true
has been burned at the stake of war,
along with honor and justice,
pride’s head can be lifted no more
Tears from stone heroes flow swiftly
into the river of life, carried away
to some other land where they’ll nourish
the sleep of those still able to dream.
When did the music stop playing?
When did our children cease dancing
under blooming spring trees of pink
and white blossoms of dreamy scent?
Innocence so fragile and true
has been burned at the stake of war,
along with honor and justice,
pride’s head can be lifted no more
Tears from stone heroes flow swiftly
into the river of life, carried away
to some other land where they’ll nourish
the sleep of those still able to dream.
posted by Pilgrim Path | 2:42 PM
1 Comments:
Did you see the movie "Children of Men"? It's rather bleak but there is a scene at the end about the longing for innocence that I found stunning and your poem reminds me of it. Also, I tagged you for a meme at my blog. :-)
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