Sleep well my love for tomorrow begins
a new day of untold wealth, that of life.
We shall harvest the gold of the sun,
ours shall be the diamonds of the night sky,,,
to light our days of joy together,
guiding us through the black pitch darkness.
Gold dust seedlings cover the hillside
flowing among the emerald green of the grass.
Jade topped trees meet the sapphire blue sky,
our human horizon bonds our souls as one.
Praying to the keeper of the ancient earth
for all that is sacred to our earthly soul.
Purple haze of the burning star
blankets our dreams of a better world.
Here love flows like wind along the river,
as tall and wide as the celestial sky.
Gaze upon the paradise promised
slowly being covered by concrete and steel.
Man's improvement of our destiny
sentences the originals to an extinct future.
Peace among the enemies of the earth
must be achieved as sun rises occur.
The harvest taking place of the riches seized
will bring a cloud down upon man's brass ring. . .
Timothy Michael DiVito c 1996
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