Nirvana

Will the trumpets sound, and the birds still sing?

When freedom rings.

A place for the beautiful things

The hate all gone none have heard the name.

will we love all the same?

Will we remember?

Like nightmares of a time ago

No, fear we shall never know

Pure, inexplicable

Will be our miracles

Thoughts translucent

For all to see

No judgment, no poverty

All will be free.

Don’t cry

But if you do

Our tears will shine the path to truth

They will gather

In another place

Never to see

Your soul nor face.