The New Land

Free love once more
Don’t cry 'forgotten', but heal in our muddied minds
For days like these are slim then none
To fondle our cravings is Just and surreal
But, to spit down our dreams,
Forgiveness is lost.
Group familiarity, hesitation enticed
And thought defies will.
In the sun of this dream
Of images and trance
There in the traveling child
The one of the rebirth shall find his own
And the sleepers will wake to the new land
To discover their start.