Let Me Dream

Let me dream outside of gravity

Somewhere that failure is a foreign word

Outside of a world where sidewalk chalk kingdoms

disintegrate and roll away

Let me hide in my imagination-where paper mache

does not wilt in the rain

Let me dream in a universe where things fall up instead of down

Where chaos is only ever for flair

Where I can make the promise that things will be okay and

I will know for sure that it is true

Let me dream in a world where there is always enough

Where danger never comes close enough to kill

Where pain is a stranger that only comes to open the window wide

For us enough to see what we have been looking for

Let me dream like a child who does not yet know that he is poor

Let me dream like a dying man who wakes up each morning

Expecting good news

In peaceful protest of hopelessness

Let me dream on a hilltop where the sky is always yellow

Every possibility sounds more like a promise

Where everything I hope for is written in stone

A history book for the future

NIGHTBIRDE