When no one is here my soul to keep <br />A dream comes to me where I sleep <br />In the darkness I hear the angels weep <br />And my mind is flying low and deep <br /> <br />I see people thrown in the burning sea <br />I see them drown in greed and desire <br />I can feel the smell of burning flesh <br />And I hear the cries from cities on fire <br /> <br />I see them rise like mist from the grave <br />In line upon line they walk enslaved <br />They've tried to take heaven by force <br />And were lost on the way to be saved <br /> <br />Some people carry the sign of the Cross <br />Some they listen to the Prophet's call <br />Others they wear the Star of David <br />But Abraham is father of all <br /> <br />At the roadside a lonely horseman rests <br />Tired from riding his pale white horse <br />Unseen by the people walking past <br />With hardened hearts without remorse <br /> <br />The horseman carries an ancient mission <br />On his lonesome journey from dawn of time <br />To mend the vessels and bring us a vision <br />Of the Golden City in our Self so sublime <br /> <br />Copyright © 2009 Göran Gustafsson. All rights reserved<br /><br />Göran Gustafsson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strange-dreams/
