We lay as the petals of a dandelion
kissing heads, touching thoughts, holding still, able feet
war breaks but no one fights,
weapons grew blunt,
tongues transform the rush and heat....
why must we journey the universe of mass and matter?
when the answers are floating earnestly
in synchrony with meaning...filtering you and filling me....us
we dream to capture the dew of hope, happiness and compassion
we dream to remind ourselves of the push and pull of form
we dream to propel against tainted norms
we dream because..... very few... do...
