Dreaming of war and a hidden garden.

Last night again I dreamed of war

It was in a city, like a German town
Or some other in the middle of Europe
The houses and the streets were like that

And all of a sudden there sounded thuds

Heavy noise like bombardments of artillery
And then next I saw impacts, hard explosions
I could see over the roofs and saw the ruptures

Looked at the meadows around the outskirts

Across the river that lined the suburbs, impacts
Again and also the gun fire came closer and closer
We sat, like we lived, with our backs against the wall

Yes, you and me against the world, against the lot

Last night I dreamed of a war that has always been
That has never left our lives, the one we have fought
From the beginning, from birth, since we were denied,

Being ourselves, since we were denied a little paradise,

Our own peaceful garden, where God did dwell, yes He
Now been banned by a society, without love, lacking faith
Like you, true lovers, I miss Him much, because we loved

Something small, but oh so much more than this ordinary

World we never asked for, but just a little garden paradise,
Where we can be true, to ourselves and Him still unfettered
No more struggle, no envy, no economics or greed, free from all

Am I to dream of a war that will rid us of the warmongers, lean

With my back against a wall, I am to dream of His hidden garden
Where you know no more hurt and where your dream is like mine
An eternal state of awareness, happiness, love, being, one, tomorrow….

 2018-03-25

Haiku Variations, Mikeah speaks, Death

You do strive for death

Not your own, always someone else´s

You the not kind mankind

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