New Dreams Poem by DM W

New dreams are now flowing through the ruins of time,
Like the warm, vital blood that flows through cold, blue veins
The sun and rain of longing floods summer gardens.
I can hear the ancient hymns of the verdant earth.
The air is pregnant with myriad fragrant scents
And spiritual presences. Within the day's
Slow rotation, the snow white emergence of doves.
Beyond this Vale of tears; beyond momentary
Perspectives of sun kissed appearance, lie the
Profound secrets of the immaculate Kingdom;
That are hidden deep within molecular structures
They speak to those of us who still wish to listen.