By Alex Moskios
For if it cries, it cries
Softer than us here;
And when it laughs, its laughter
Is merrier than here;
But when it talks, the words are pure
Music to our human ears.
So it is that our dreams flow,
And become words that sing and glow,
And fill our hearts with yearning and desire,
For those things that we so much desire:
Peace and love and happiness and a unending life.
And once the dream is shaped by desire,
It assumes a force not easy to deny,
Or sings with such a force divine,
That the angels are compelled to fly;
Higher and higher they fly,
Until they reach that holy place
That we humans call the Paradise!
And so our dreams flow, instilling in
Our hearts wonderment and hope,
For those things that we so much desire:
Peace , love, happiness, and a unending life.
And yet....and yet, look at the other side;
It says: but when the dream ends, we are alone
Again; for neither fable, nor poetry, nor desire
Can breach the unfathomable end of our life.