Dreams – Yours, Mine and Martin’s

Some dreams come slipping to us

From somewhere else

Just as we drift

Alone in that quiet space

Right before waking

Fantasies of longing

Memories mixed in

Weird rhythms of our minds

It is hard to know

What they mean.

Other dreams are created

From the hard days of our lives

The walls we long to scale

The wrongs we’d like to right

Visions of justice and freedom

Bringing hope to our hearts

Even as tears stream from our eyes

Martin had a dream

I have a dream

You have a dream

We can work with love

To make them real