Collectively Dreaming
I carved my fated fortune
into an oak tree’s heart,
hoping he felt the same as me
even though we were worlds apart.
I caught the moon before its rising,
stopped it reaching greater heights
it staggered holding tight to the reigns
of a softer quieter night.
I painted the emptiness with silver tears,
tried to fill its hole with art,
hoping it felt the same as me
even though we were worlds apart.
I took the soul of a lost souls heart,
called on distant voices
to tell them there was still love
in the places where lovers part.
Collectively dreaming,
I dreamt of something new,
placed it beyond anything we’d except,
shaped it with the contours of you,
kept it in a safe place,
freed it from religion, colour and race.
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