Pulse Poetry: Music To Her Ears

And the fiery gates of chaos fling wide open

When the minions of discord are set lose

And the titans of anarchy ride through the dark dawn.

When humanity prays for a quick death

And the shouts of bitter agony pierce the cold air.

When hope deserts the common man

And destiny turns its nose up at life.

Together we shall discover peaceful solace,

In a world in romance with disaster.

We’ll ride high waves of wanton passion

To magical islands of hope and faint songs.

Truth shall mend our aching hearts

And with sharing, we will age our festering wounds.

Our fountains of fear shall taste eternal drought.

Birds of happiness shall color our mornings.

Luxuriant dishes of healing we’ll prepare

In fireplaces of sincerity and all things just.

Teardrops of joy shall sting our tired faces

As we shudder to the drums of new horizons.

We will create a world, our world,

And feel the sun rise up on our smiles…

This is my song to you, fair lady,

And may it be my music to your ears.