As This Dream Drifts By... Poem by DM W

As this dream drifts by,
I see dark animals cry,
In concrete jungles
Of grey, functional designs.
As this dream drifts by,
I perceive green ways in flames;
Blue rivers turn black,
In the twinkling of an eye.
As this dream drifts by,
I think of all that I've loved;
Dearly departed,
Never to return again.
As this dream drifts by,
Angels & rainbows flood my mind.
For hope still glimmers,
And a little light breaks through.