the dreamers

We were the dreamers under the sun

Look up and you will see our burning dreams, vows and promises

Look up and you will feel us reaching down for your sweaty tired hands

There is no truth but your own

No cry, no scream, no silence

No music to carry our fading poetry

No faces to remember, no lips to kiss

Their words will bury your feet in the dirt

Lifeless, pulling you deeper 'til your last moving muscle

Write your note for them to speak over your bones