Still Dreaming; Still Hoping. Poem by DM W

It's a dream I carry in secret;
That something miraculous will happen;
That closed hearts will let in the light;
That clenched fists will release,
And finally embrace the other.
That the hawks will be transformed into doves;
That the doors will open for dissenters;
That pure love will rise from the grave;
From the desert of non communication;
Amidst civilisation's discontents.
And that one day I will glide easily
Into some warm sanctuary I didn't know was there