I have spun a dream
And wove it in my soul
Like the sun and moon in love
But destined not to touch

It’s colored deep in hues

Of truth

And love

And trust

It’s present on my tongue and lips
Just waiting to be touched

It sings my heart
It sings my hand
inhales the earth and sky

there’s passion in its whisper
and desire in its eye

Someday I’ll hear existence sing
my lips will be a home
One day when wind is perfect
And blows in life a poem