A Fresh New world

A Fresh New World Glorious gleaming planet I wonder where you are... I'm longing to inhabit you By your web stretched from afar. This world is round, yet failing Anarchists reach for reign Inhabitants are falling... Only few do now remain. I lie on emerald fields of grass I wait for a signal from you To bid me come, and join the throng. abstracted from our view. Where love does open empty hearts Piquant emotions make us real I want to gather there with you And feel my spirit heal. IlaMae (Ike) Stucki (c) 11/27/2011