Back Steve Day - The Dream of Martyres Next

If there is a dream in me
As the trains dash for a starlit shelter,
It is that we might forget our quarell,
And rest on pillows of songthrush innocence.


I go now to be burnt in the ovens
that smudge the sky.


If I am able;
I shall tip-toe all the way and thank them -
For their kindness.


You will find me one day
Whispering songs of love and unity in their busy ears,
Becuase I am the love that flared in their faces
And there is still a dream in me.

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