Waiting

The hunger units us. Binds us together. We fight for the spirit. The longing to be free. To wander in a place, where all souls unite. And can truly see. All the color. The light. The beauty of truth, and the truth that beauty makes. When the waves of tomorrow roll over and over, undulate in our fascination. In our hearts. Such a place exists in dream. In art. A life of a thousand kisses. The life of a thousand splendors. Each different. Unique. For no two of us are the same. And your dreams are radically different than mine. So where we all meet, must contain all the dreams we each have had. The colors and light we've seen, when we close our eyes. And in this place, I feel a calm will wash over us all. In the waters that soothe. In the moments, where we all choose to simply be. Not afraid of love, loss, and the pain of memory. We all shall belong here. In the tides of this emerald moon. Somewhere I know it is waiting, and some day, I know, she will be found.