2017 01 04
We extract dreams from the broken egg shell
of our eyes and weave words into their wings
so they flutter chirping around the heads
of strangers who quest in maze of desires
till we harmonize in chorus of poets.
The butterflies of our dreams then transform
into mirrors that people grip in their hands
so we see our faces on glowing screens
of phones that connect our minds in one web
so we harmonize in chorus of poets.
Each dream that is born inside our lone minds
blossoms into apples of songs that flash
across the vast web of connected phones
to reveal secret codes of private visions
when we harmonize in chorus of poets.
We fly as one in flock of singing birds
to augur waves of hope in prophecy
that glitter in the diamonds of our words
when we fight for justice and liberty
while we harmonize in chorus of poets.