arms outstretched slow dancing
to silent music in empty rooms
a promised tune
but never played
with lyrics we the people
dreams deferred
is there something missing…
have you found
your
dried tears
or
have they been
caught up
in the winds
of
time
circling
above
your tomorrows
but
falling
today
to blind you
like
an ocean fog
to
where
you are
or
could be
gravestone rubbings…
butcher paper
and
chalk
tombstone inscriptions
abbreviated history
of a nation’s
inhumanity
and
the forgotten dreams
of
freedom
roadkill and other aspirations…
tell me
what will happen
to
all the dreams
stranded
on the side
of
life’s road
tell me
will anyone
find them
gather them up
and
carry them
into
tomorrow
colorless future…
don’t see no rainbows
nothing but death’s cold gray sky
ain’t pessimistic
just student of history
still waiting for that damn mule
a fanciful notion…
holding this dream
close
to my chest
no
need
to
show it to you
it’s
the same one
my
father’s
father had
and
i suspect
his father had
that
one day
every child
in
every nation
will wake up
and
be
able
to be
a child
to all the estragons…
that rusted tin can
that once held all of your dreams
lies crushed beneath life
death by delayed …
in hand dried flowers
promises made to yourself
crushed by fate and time
