Waiting for glories emancipation

from this endless drawn out dream.

So do not cry as you stroll on by,

for I shall have peace on the other side.

For my days before were filled with a poor mans grief,

With little in the way of comfort, for none was ever afforded me.

My days with the living were endless, full of labor and toil,

And my nights were unassuming excursions into my soul.

Yesterday’s dreams ran away from all of my tomorrows,

Leaving disillusionments heaped upon mountains of sorrow.

Shallow and empty were these times, in which I lived,

Yet, now I am free from the pettiness of dreams unfulfilled.

For the tears I once cried,

have long since dried,

beneath my cover of green.

So do not cry, as you pass me by,

For at last…the peace I imagined is seen.

Yes... Seen from beneath

a cover of green.

For now I sleep,

at last in peace.

At last 

No more

Tears,

No more

Dreams,

Peace at last,

Beneath the

Cover of green.