Dream
The sky no longer bleeds in silence
The clouds have melted away
I feel the sun upon my face
In a strange South African way
The birds have started singing
Like they have always done
But they fell upon my deaf ears
When the silence had begun
There is a choral symphony
That plays upon my heart
I hear a violin and cello
A rhythmic beating harp
There is a man inside me
So few have ever seen
His life is a kaleidoscope
But you would be the dream.