I Am A Dream Weaver

from buri palms
i weave a dream
of a world
made of steel

i dream that
harshness has turned
into a flower

i dream that
intolerance has become
a smiling neighbor

i dream that
the imperialist is dead
and buried
and we all go home
without fear
of tomorrow

i dream that
the terrorist has come down
from his mountain of hate
and now spends
his long vacation in
some beach resort
in boracay

i dream that
finally my enemy has become
my friend and we drink beer
and laugh and make
some nice conversations
without second thoughts
of betrayal

i dream that
everyday i make poems
about love and compassion
and a nice life and a
confident future free
from fears of global warming

i dream that i am in a dream
dreaming dreams
forgetting that i am just dreaming
that soon i wake up again
dreaming

to be lost in dreams
forever, i dream to be lost in dreams forever
in this dream

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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