I have a dream
I have dreams every night
I have a dream
But these dreams aren’t right
I have a dream
Filled with fear, pain, and death
They strangle my voice
Cut off my breath
I have a dream
Waking dreams are hopes
Visions of new dawns
Unbound from oppressing ropes
Whence is the source
Of this word, dream?
A dual-edged course
An image unseen
I have a dream
Where waking sleep blends
I have a dream
When suffering ends
For one moment upon one day
Each earthly voice is raised in song
Stopping work, ceasing play
Weaving rhythms short and long
The whale, songbird, wolf, and stone
Bear, fish, leaf, and sea
Vibrating Earth with each tone
Until Gaia’s voice bellows free
And the galaxies all hear her glee
In that moment she will be healed
By the hopeful song her children wield
I have a dream
I have dreams every night
I have a dream
But this one we may get right.
Beautiful. Thank you for this.
Myths are public dreams,
dreams are private myths.