usa night

So, this poem arrived in a dream, intact, and I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote it down, just like this. There’s music too, but since I can’t write music, its just in my head. I wrote this in 1998 but I think about it every 9/11.

America: The Long Dream


as we awaken from this long dream

we look around to see what’s happening

and wipe the sleep out of our weary eyes.


Long ago,

we came from every nation on the earth

our skin is shaded like the mother lands

our eyes reflect the places of our birth.


We’ve lived for years a nation under God

but never dared to say which one that was

now deep from sleep a restless voice is heard.


Until we see,

we came together here to start anew

and find the likenesses in me and you

we’ll never reach the point where love is true.


The purpose of our lives has always been

to learn to love regardless of our skin


The God we call out to is all the same.

The only difference is the man made name.

We bow our heads and ask

direction for

our lives again.


And in the middle of the darkest night

we hear the whispered voice and see the light

that fills our hearts and somehow makes it right.


This is the dawning of a brand new day.

Our turmoil leads us to another way-

to handle change with grace.



as we awaken from this long dream

and look around to see what’s happeneing

we see the truth within our open eyes.

We’re standing truly at each other’s side.

Our learning hearts are finally open wide

to let the new day in.

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