The promised land

Joy sings now in golden light

Though after day comes black of night.

The moon is rising by gray trees

This world is where I want to be.

I want the day, I want the night

I want the day. I want the light.

I want to see and to be seen,

I want to  float into my dreams.

The sun has set , gray clouds turn black,

The day just gone will not come back.

I’ll rest in quiet reverie

Until the Reapers’s scythe takes me.

And then I drop and mix with dust,

As worms and beetles sate their lust.

I fall into ten thousand motes

In  sweet light ,dance music’s notes.

No more striving.no more ambition,

No more fighting,nor competition.

Every particle’s the same,

Without even a personal name.

And side by side,we all are one.

The lusts of life have been and gone.

We dwell with dirt and grain and sand

At last we’ve reached the Promised Land

I welcome comments and criticism

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