stolen dreams

We'd awaken to find morning cold and spent
bagged eager eyes constantly searching
quickened breath so fatigued
but with focus so concise
from a night spent
crawling home, cursing the clock
our bodies blessed with broken thoughts
inhaling the exhaust of a tarnished city
where our heroes have risen and fallen

trainrides spent trembling
beneath winter layers
recalling nights youth flourished
with hopeful eyes on that distant april
awaiting that welcoming spring wind

to dance and to dream
laughing lips beneath sparkling eyes
dare to determine the essence of the moment
taking back that which has long been ours

to expell the memories
of nights spent in ignorance
we, the everlasting children of the stars
dare to capture the beauty in each taken breath
to rid ourselves of the nights spent doubting
from the highest hills we'd scream at the sky
daring to run barefoot on spring blossomed fields

lips in the dark
daring to whisper our forefathers words
"this is the moment." we'd smile
and let nothing else be said