I still dream
flying free
I dream the rising
after free-falling
after the ocean
after seasoned
breaking shattered
into a million pieces
blown like dry
thistle into the whirlwind
circling reality not
able to land no
resting place the purge
after the hunger
after the trees grew flesh
silent scream after silent scream
I still dream
in the deep stillness
between breaths
coalesced of what’s left
the indelible
the unforgettable
little more than the
sound of the wind
though blood soaked leaves
fed on dreams of dead people
unfulfilled prophecy
unspent potential
wounded but unbroken
I still dream
I still dream
flying free
I dream the rising
after free-falling
holding my breath
hands moving
praying to pass over
answering the call
serving a higher purpose
seeking grace in battle
firmly on the path
machetes sharp
eyes open unafraid
knowing it’s always a good day
to be free seeking the sun
into the storm intrepid
I still dream
of even ground
tall children who are dreamers
born of dreams free
wild like a forest
filled with forever love
of life overflowing with
abundance growing straight
not bent nor broken whole
uncaged not scarred never bound
promise whispering in
every breath eyes
open tomorrow promised
I still dream
I still dream
flying free
I dream the rising
after free-falling
