In the silence of a reverie, <br />I hear a lonesome whistle call. <br />The cries of someone wanting <br />their lover to come back home, <br />and the sound of anguished voices <br />from a battlefield far away. <br /> <br />In the silence of a reverie, <br />I hear a baby cry for its father. <br />A father who marched to duty <br />to fight a far off war <br />and whom will never see <br />another spring again. <br /> <br />In the silence of a reverie, <br />I hear the muted cries <br />of the wailing widows <br />struggling in the tears of their grief. <br />I see the white crosses <br />row upon row is silent cemeteries. <br /> <br />In the silence of a reverie, <br />I hear a future filled <br />with the cries of hope and understanding. <br />A future filled with victories <br />from the enemies <br />we hold within our minds. <br /> <br /> <br />5 May 2010<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-silence-of-a-reverie/
