Where Dreams Live

Despite the great divide 
a dialogue must ensue, between 
earth and sky. 

This was a climacteric change, when 
you cannot land on your feet, 
after the rainfall. 

The criminal assaults, rapes 
and homicides, bring the species 
on boil. The books are our god. 

You cannot start a group 
conflict, skirting the question 
of mining the gold. 

The void within widens, you 
will not tell my dreams. For each 
star I had picked up a soul.