Dream

liberator of the light from shadow

of our unfulfilled future

we go to it

our dream

we sing out as dust we ride 

the wind our vector

it all began there in shadow when we sailed out on a shaft of light

in a dream dreamed so long ago 

and our age in sleep was long

longer still than is the age we sleep in now

here all of us waiting

listening through the walls to the voice of 

the future

a lock of hair filled with bubble gum tangled in code 

again

tapping its finger on what

we seek

a dream

and us

we a glimpse of it inside of there 

as it is

the future calls

it 

insisting we face it

screaming

with talons extended