Selected Poems by Cara Mumford (a page in progress...) Dreams My heart aches for what I dream in dreams but leave behind on waking. I hear such music, feel such love, but wake to such despair. I dreamt I heard a thousand voices singing harmonies to God, but woke to fading echoes in the dawn. I dreamt I found a kindred soul loved deep within my heart, but woke to empty longing in the dawn. Is there yet to be a day which dawns without despair and heartache; a morn when hope and joy do not flee? Need I stay within my dreams and never wake to see the day, or will love and music someday wake with me? Rain The rain comes down carrying bits of ash and smoke that kills. Sodden women and men sit on filthy concrete in the rain, hair plastered to flushed faces, heads thrown back in defiance of the rain. Police officers at attention guard the gate. Square shoulders, straight backs, unyielding in the rain. Clear and strong once voice breaks the silence. How sweet the sound, the sound of life, of voices raised in song. I once was lost but now I'm found. Solemn eyes express resolve. Was blind but now I see. Officers can't close their ears or hearts. Under one blue cap, wet and salty eyes betray the ramrod indifference. And the rain keeps falling. |
