inside my heart

in the midst

of the

rolling storm

is a soft murmur

of a song

that I carry

and struggle

to keep alive

but I know

someday

that this

will all

become

one world

when we

die

and the stars

will not shine

for nothing

the dove will

not sing

for nothing

it is all

in a matter

of seasons

that we may

see

the sky

before us

and the boundaries

will someday

in a great tremendous

wave

break down