New Found Order
Could this just be a dream
Of shattered ornament-
This beautiful thing-
That you are,
Once- oppressive mind
To view the terrain of new-found glory.
Of enlightened living.
You 're a poet-
Worthy of the praise of a thousand sunsets- and sun
This subjugated plain, has come to meet-
The you that I have come to find,
In this ecstatic living,
We all meet, and shake hands, kiss the sands’ of soul;
the stones of heart and so on and so on.
Among these broken ornaments.
We sit, you and I-
painfully- in bliss