OUR DIASPORAS BLUES

Lost in a lovely dream
I slumbered so sweet,
Clinging to each blissful scene,
I feared to be stirred awake,
Yet soon gone in morning's cut.

The sun sneaks in through the window,
Glimpses of the future taunting,
But in the summer sun I can only stare,
When there is not much to say
Than comment on the wilted May.

Ode to the moments that pass,
To all the secrets left unsaid,
Nostalgia of our blues every so often,
So very vibrant and very real,
Of which was once a floral May.

Now we stand on the sacrifices
Of the innocent bloods of his and hers,
In this episode of diaspora we must strive,
For our Zalen and a better tomorrow,
For their lives to not be in vain.

The once sweet colored memories
Now tainted with reds and grays,
The waking world cold and harsh,
I crave for my dreams' warm embrace,
Almost always I yearn for my sleep.