Musings

IGNITED MINDS

They hope from ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Dreams woven into fragile threads
When the day is done and darkness conquers thy breathe.
Paradise regained is paradise lost,
Proudly the poor wearing their wreath.

Where they envision themselves like a child
Hot iron cast upon their joy
They dream of homes sturdy and clothes new
With food to eat,pray and love taking care of their weary souls
For in those dreams they find release,
A sanctuary and a moments peace.

Beyond boundaries of their plight
And in their hearts embers glow
Igniting dreams sturdy but slow
Let us help them to make their dream come true,
Give them an urge to live.
Such is the freedom and gifts they receive.

A hearth that crackles and casting light
Dispelled shadows of the night.
Their dreams a canvas wide painted
with hopes they cannot hide.
Maybe thinking of riches untold
But having hearts made of gold.

And in their sound sleep they stay
Laughing at the harsh embrace that is to play
Seeking solace from the haze,
Of mountains that echoed the challenges they faced
Like the honey from beehives that raged.

Becoming and free of the lives that they lead,
In failures and success they do breed.
The heaven bows upon them and their sprightly dance
A daughter’s wedding that the poor embrace
And a thousand splendid suns that they raised.
Their mind carrying the lamp of love
The gods but give a bow.

In gentle arms of nature they live
Where fortunes can change yet laugh at the happy few.