Dreamlights

We’re floating on a sea of dreams
     as one by one they come to be,
but nothing is quite what it seems
     beneath the waves of this moonlit sea.

Satan's light gleams, lit by hate
     of pale faces feeding far and wide
who rise from shallow depths to bait
     our fears for reasons unidentified.

Afraid, we huddle close for hope,
     for understanding to calm our fears.
Yet knowing fails to help us cope,
    and terrors rule with flooding tears.

Side by side, we drift ashore
     onto a land of greed only to swim
away from want and drift once more.
     As morning dawns, we sing a hymn.

Others join us, more and more,
    to share the sun’s revealing sight
while we sing as one, before
     the day reveals the stars of night.

We’re floating on a sea of dreams
as one by one they come to be
and nothing is quite what it seems
beneath the waves of a moonlit sea.

Path to a Land of Greed
By Jeter Sleet