Aurora Magazine 2018

And the moon is white Water is dirty But love is pure On the lips of the thirsty When He asks for a drink

You can count the dreams Stolen from tomorrow Like drops of pain fill a pool of sorrow You can count the dreams Stolen from tomorrow Like drops of pain fill a pool of sorrow Hope opened a veil Torn for me Between heaven and earth And worlds unseen

This river of blood and water flows Down the mountain of time to a world I know It pulses like love in the veins of my hands I raise my arms to understand Roots cleave the earth Branches reach for sky For one blossom of peace to color my eyes

I am haunted by this awful tree Watered by the tears of humanity

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