In Her Smile I Saw the World Was Saved

In a surreal dreamscape weary and forlorn

Unable to move and weak from war I wept,

The skies with sullen clouds moved solemnly

Across a landscape of denuded hills

And in the valleys a dense miasma crept

And occupied the habitats of men.

I saw how ancient trees strangely fell

Crashing silently on the lifeless soil,

The awesome boughs were blackened, bare and cold,

Grey waters lapped where once was only blue

And flowers wilted in their weed-filled beds.

A pain invaded me and no bird sang.

I fell asleep and dreamt of war-torn lives

And saw Death seated high upon his throne

Striding across the rubble of a world

Gone mad with violence, consumed with hate.

No moonscape ever was so desolate.

I wept for beauty lost and truth denied

And all seemed hopeless as the end drew near.

Then I caught at the edge of vision a perfect face

Transforming with a look all grief to bliss

And in Her smile I saw the world was saved

Though sorrow lingered for a little while

A secret bliss returned to the heart's space.

I found again the door that opened on

The knowledge and the sacred healing light,

A music came unheard on earth before

And beauty blossomed in the aspiring soul.