O afar, beneath this gray coloured day, <br />Hangs a ribbon of darkness, shadowed fiend, <br />Despite the attempts, I admittedly say, <br />All reproves seem endless. <br /> <br />Remorse, we are all wanderers, <br />Stuck in a world of shadows and fear, <br />I stand back and observe this shadowed plight, <br />Hope is again shattered. <br /> <br />But look! Here hastens the One who saves, <br />To reprimand the darkened day, to free <br />All who sit in suffering; be sure, <br />No one can stop this creed. <br /> <br />The struggle is daring, the fight simply glorious, <br />Eyes are opened, brilliant light upon us. <br />Victory is near, we are now soon victorious! <br />All reproves seem useless. <br /> <br />But now I rest. Many a day has long been spent, <br />Freeing caged souls and captured breaths, <br />Who knows what this creed keeps in waiting next? <br />Only some will observe. <br /> <br />So let us lay our heads to slumber, <br />Soft, intermingled dreams; <br />And somewhere distant, in the future, <br />We wanderers will come home, it seems.<br /><br />Jonzo Bandwagoner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wanderers-in-a-dream/
