I want You

I want you with singing

No longer weeping

I want you with dancing

No longer rummaging

I want you with peace

No longer fear

I want you from beginning to end

No longer in pieces

I want you to surrender

No longer armed

I want you to call me Home

No longer searching on that road

I want you My Beloved

No longer be alone.

It's alive ?

Idealism was layed to rest in its Sunday best
Motionless, breathing shallow breaths
Taking with it decent ideals and humanitarian pursuits
Now followed by Passion and Imagination
Lusting, grasping, moaning
For a chance to jump and gasp---
Screaming: “I am alive!”