A Blind New Day

I open my eyes to a vast blue sky,
beautiful, enchanting.
I open my eyes and see a better day:
streaks of gold and purple,
a constellation of twilight stars
towering over a land peacefully asleep.
I open my eyes and see an opening future -
a future shared equally by all with no blots of red and war.
I open my eyes and watch as the clouds unfold,
revealing the sincerest rays of hope and promise -
of miracles true.
but then I open my eyes once more,
this time, wide;
there, a world masked by callous kings and
a regime darker than abyss.
I open my eyes to a blind new day, open my eyes
from a dream -
it was all just a figment born out of a prayer,
of a dream that will never be.