Broken dreams that aren’t broken
Just not coherent or linear
Alternate universes of flying feathers
And floating hearts a small token
We whisper against lips and foreheads
Of love and futures
But leave volumes unspoken
It’s okay because we have tomorrow
A thousand of them so we think
Until we are but awoken
Into another dream where we are awake
And live our lives hand in hand or not
Eyes closed or open, let that soak in.