Years from now.

I dream of this world,
Rinsed in purity,
With eyes, flushed of all dirt,
And their mind,
Cleansed and purified,
With hesitation, and threads,
Sewed are their lips,
And the words they speak,
Polished with shame,
Shining among the darkness,
Their thoughts are written,
Amidst the clouds,
Like the rainbow, and their smiles,
With the dew on the leaves,
Spreading from cheek to cheek,
As they fall from leaf to leaf.
I dream of this world,
Far from today, where there lies modesty,
And honesty, with no lies.
With no signs of secrets,
In their hearts or lives,
Pure love, like a well of truth.
And every residing soul,
Drenched in this truth,
With no backs, for the sharp eyes,
The cries heard of, in ancient stories,
I dream of this world,
Far from today,
Where there lies no heart breaks,
Guardians and protectors,
Strolling together,
Hand in hand,
With no shattered soul,
The truth, a book to be read,
To be drenched and lost in,
Words, heard and said,
Are the lies, in pages remain,
Of myths and legends,
Amongst the tale of heartbreaks.
Amongst the pages of bitterness,
Welcomed with cries, of years ago,
I dream of this world,
Years from now.