Far
from the meadow where once there was love
a
gypsy ponders the state of this world
where
monsters appear in human disguise
and
lies have killed off the truth.
Yet
between the grey of human disgrace
pockets
of true blue can be seen
and
they draw me up and further up
back
into my core belief.
But
grey moves around all the time
and
encircles the blue until no way out
and
she wonders what happens to belief
when
evil takes over the sky.
Perhaps
it survives, perhaps it dies,
or
perhaps it merely smiles
because
evil will soon, very soon,
disappear
when the sun comes out.
I
wait for the sun although it’s not love
in
the absolute sense of the word
but
love like the sun has a purpose in life
no
evil can ever blot out.
And
when belief is back in the core
and
monsters and lies are fried by the sun
there’ll
be only love in deed and in word
to
make that gypsy say, “What a wonderful world”.
