Visions of the Night
I lay down my head upon the pillows of the night
Close these almond eyes of mine
And dream
Dreams of poetic metaphors
Dashing between street lamps
Interior motives and neon lights
Changing landscapes
Transforming lunar eclipses
Into daylight harsh bright
Fluorescent goals and darkest hopes
Building empires and
Demolishing them
All in the space between
The rise and fall of my chest
Politicians crash and burn
Wars are weighed by the value
Of the men holding the swords
Women are no longer dolls
And Men are no longer my conquerors
The poor are the richest in life
Babies aren’t thrown in trashcans
And children’s laughter rings through
Neighborhood odes
My people no longer stalk the streets
To earn more then a shadow of themselves
And Poets are masters of their own Souls
This is my dream
This is my dream
I lay down my head upon the pillows of the night
Close these almond eyes of mine
And dream
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