Echoes

I dreamed a dream in my dead sleep, 
But I dreamt not of my weightless limping cry. 
I dreamed of hope, on their palms they balanced the scenery,  scenery of a better tomorrow.

I hear many voices,
Like its said a madman hears.
I hear trees talking,
Like its said a medicine man hears. 
Maybe am a medicine man, hearing, taking saps. 
For the voices are luring me to walk where springs and fountain unite in solitude. 

In the damp half light, dream wakes and 
the voices fade, now they become shadows 
that cling unto each other, but kiss the air only,
only beneath the moonlight, where the waters
tide blows them under. 

Fear squats at the feets of the faithful ,
And the sharp cries cut keen as knives.
The souls of men are stepped in stupor, 
And pain shudder shoulders, even to the bones. 

The drunkard drink of the spell of beguilness 
And tonight men eagerly drink from the bottle of greed. 
But turn now brothers, turn upon your side
Where we will settle to the sleep of the innocent.

©®Precious Moses
Country:Nigeria