Return to: AwarenessGhost of a Blue World I dreamed I was flying over the ghost of blue world past. The buffalo ran before me, thundering through the plains. And I heard a wail in the wind like a thousand voices whispering, spreading the rumors of change. And all the nations were gathered on the burial grounds of man; singing, singing, singing. I dreamed I was flying over the ghost of blue world present. The people ran before me, through bloody fields of war. And I heard a sobbing in the wind like a million demons howling, drumming the guns of hate. And all the mothers gathered on the soldiers' mourning ground; weeping, weeping, weeping I dreamed I was flying over the ghost of blue world future. The shadows ran before me, through the dry and quiet plains. And I heard a small wind mewing like a newborn baby's breath, dying in the darkness of night. And all the ghosts were kneeling on the charred and battered land; silence, silence, silence. Shirley Alexander © 2007
