I Dream

I dream of a great wind

swelling up from the depths of the earth –

to sweep through all countries, all peoples, 

rushing and cleansing,

blowing away war and hatred

the ubiquitous guns

ignorance and prejudice

selfishness and greed,

expelling with the force of a hundred hurricanes

all the ridiculous games of destruction

we invent and perpetrate,

all the hideous follies we create

in our diseased minds

and teach to our children 

so that these evils

go on and on and proliferate ... 

but this is a dream,

which fades to a slow twilight

in which there is no renewing fury,

no windstorm of pure intense breath

carrying all such horrors before it

into annihilation, leaving a green space

for peaceful, lovely regeneration,

a new unfolding of the world

as it was, once upon a time, 

or could be ... I dream

of a mighty wind.

Written in response to Poets United's Midweek Motif: Wind Power