Ashen Skies - 911 Tribute
Jan 10 '03 (Updated Jul 11 '06)
The Bottom Line In dreams, times, places & persons are convoluted, but, often, in the final analysis, they have deeper meanings, if you look for them.
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To explain - Epinionator Ginzo (Jeff) wrote a dream he had and it triggered my memory of the dream I'd had concerning war - which I altered a bit after 911 -
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Ashen Skies
I dreamed a dream, just once before,
Of sunset on a golden shore,
Where blue-tipped waves of silver sheen
Splashed our coasts and made them clean.
Morning swept in on the bird
with Eagle's wings,
Which I had heard
Singing proudly through the night,
Translucent, pink, and
pearly-white.
By noon, a carousel of bells
Had spun a beach with spangled shells,
Playing wondrous, old refrains --
Yankee Doodle --- April Rains.
Dolphins dove through amber clouds;
Sea gulls piped while joyous crowds
Of rosy children romped on air,
Stars and Stripes flew everywhere!
Oh, what a sight -- those gentle slopes,
Those strings of lights, those joyous hopes;
Flowered garlands filled the Bay,
A band marched in, began to play ----
But, suddenly,
that symphony
of colors
Crashed into the sea;
Thunderous waves of orange sand
Drove midnight stakes into our land.
Monsters with deep, hollow eyes
Slashed two great rainbows,
So the skies
Would spew out flames
and burn the heights,
for sunless days and starless nights.
Both towers steamed,
and writhed,
then fell into the waiting
jaws of hell,
Where I heard silence,
thick and steep,
screaming out
within the deep.
Thrashing winds set out on course,
smashing shells and bells with force,
And throngs of people,
holding hands,
shed bitter tears
on tarnished sands.
“Let’s kill,” yelled some
“They’ll rue the day they ripped
our lovely land away,”
But others, feigning words of love,
Cried out, "Let's build
a Rainbow Dove!"
With that, I woke
to dream no more,
For we'll not find that golden shore;
It's buried under ashen sod,
With little men
Who played
At god.
Yet quietly our hopes arise
Amid the ashes - and the skies
Once more
with freedom's hues shall blaze
As, gloriously, our Flags we raise,
We lift our heads -- In God we Trust,
Our Faith is Gold -- Our Dream is Just
To show the world, with colors true,
That Courage is Red, White, and Blue!
.
Carol V. Graham ©2001
Thank you for reading my poem
My 9-1-1 Tribute
Thanks, Jeff, for reminding me so vividly.
Lorace
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Ginzo's dream may be found at:
http://www.epinions.com/content_3044647044
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