Our Dream
We built ourselves a dream and sent it high into a blue sky,
Watched as the gods crushed it between their thighs-
cried as they threw it back down to earth- tiny pieces like rain,
our dream fell from above like a broken earthenware pot.
Remember how we gathered up the fragments and re-built it?
how then we sat it upon the old sideboard- below the mirror.
Recall how we stood on a high mountain and cried out to the Eagle-
as she soared above us, and the sun sparkled on the sea below us;
how we waited for darkness- a sky full of a thousand stars and an Owl-
from Athena settled on an old tree.
Our dream- renewed and undeterred and whispered silently to the wise one-
and how we watched as she flew with it over the moon.
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