Dreams of Empathy

To envision a dream that is more than it seems
is to dream of day when the dark fades away
as a glimmer of light on wings taking flight
with feather so fine it floats up the vine
caressing the leaves until people sneeze
releasing their ills letting go of their thrills
embracing the pain as we all share our shame.

To dream of a hope that doesn’t blow smoke
which caresses the dawn and moves on and on
as thoughts turn to sparks opening hearts
until they break thin with focus turned in
balancing our need with blind empathy.

To hope is to believe sight is more than it sees
colours not blue, not red green in hue
not visions in white, brought back to light
nor grey as the day they all walked away
when fright turned to fight turned to flight to unite
souls intertwined as our love redefined
what we know is true on the day we met you
we found sympathy pouring our tea
pouring our dreams drinking in empathy.

The Vine on the Flower on the Wall. Image by Heather Button

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