(For Rocio and Jonathons Freedom) I watch the sky as it begins to fade from day to night it transforms into

years when hope and promise seem to disappear first as a desire then as a fact imagine what the future sees today brighter than despair forever after the truth is that a dream is still abstract incomplete piecemeal or partial attracts that comforts fear and danger with a star crosses beyond the outer edge of earth migrates as it shines repelling darkness and replacing empty spaces sparkles what would it say if it could make a sound? a dream is one part wish one part demand