Poems 8
The Power of The New Dawn
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Messages and Poems From The New Dawn

Mark

Brimming with wonder and joy, a past

 

that holds your love.

 

Echoing the screams of a childhood.

 

That wonders thy river of dreams.

 

To know a factory that stands by the

 

river, that holds our every dream.

 

To know our future by the river

 

of time.

 

To hear the sounds that float down

 

stream, searching the banks.

 

Of a new born soul that reaches the

      

  sea, brimming with wonder and joy.   (J)

 

 

Martyn

 

Quiet is thy soul for want of joy,

 

on the edge of a mountainous shore.

 

Another drink for feeling of quiet.

 

tranquil your only spring.

 

Know thy peace, in a town square,

 

that knows your every prayer.

 

Reach up to the clock, on the verge

 

of time.

 

See the calm of a mountainous shore,

 

thy soul that wonders through.

 

See the freshness its current brings.

 

            Thy soul of wanted joy.        (A)