Where are the eyes that once foresaw?
Where are the polychromous dreams
That danced upon the waters edge
Of joyous new tomorrows?
Where are the cities, crystalline,
And rising up against the sky?
Where are the animals, so soft,
At one with us, in nature —
They’ve gone to a not-forgotten place,
By a lake that feeds into a river
And they’ll be resurrected on that fair day
When it comes time to stand, and deliver
Where is the magic of let’s be kind?
Where is the balm for the grieving?
They’ll come in a way and a time you’ll know,
So don’t ever cease