It's to say our dreams will come,
If not through time and all the way
back to when we wished upon some tear-
then through the touch of some
multi-colored heart reaching out for
none other than the greenest of summers loves.

To look at me, to look at you,
If not us both then really us both,
underneath some big moon and above-
underneath the harvesting confusion
creeping upside down from the earth's brown atmosphere.

It's to say it doesn't matter
but the feeling all around and all the way
back to when we wished upon some tear-
It's to say our dreams will come.

03/26/2006

Posted on 03/27/2006
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