(I am not satisfied with this one - it needs work, but I like where it is going, so I'm posting it)
Every day I wake up from the same dream:
From a sea of hands swimming to safety
I see a flock of kids with wings holding the moon down
They don't want it to fly - leave them alone to storms and the dark
Running from home - from being alone to be alone
When silver droplets fall like mirror shards
cutting deep, cutting true to the heart
the flock is running down a desert hill again
their bindings come loose, they laugh through the pain
Running from home - to be alone at last and again
Even when it doesn't rain we keep drowning
in silent wild seas on starless white nights
But regardless we swim, we run and we fly loud and demanding
wishing to feel free in the brightness - nothing burns as bright
as a new world that we shall find
Running from home - to be alone again and forever
Someday.
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NOTE: this is a retelling of an actual dream I had, it's hard to put into words.
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Kaleidoscope
PoetryThe glimpses of someone's mind are like shards in a kaleidoscope -diverse and always changing. poetry collection
