I heard it for
the first time,
The voice of my
love.
It sang a
lullaby of such sweetness,
I couldn’t even
move.
It filled me
with something.
I often question
the real source
Of human emotion.
It puzzles me
how the physical
Is purely
affected by the untouchable.
How gloriously
they combine
And fill our
existence,
As though we
were but a void,
An empty space,
A meaningless
shell.
We suddenly have
a purpose,
To love and live
and sing and dance,
To smile for a
cruel world,
That in any
given moment
Could shoot us
down.
Yet it never can
smother our dreams,
For dreams are
eternal.
They exist and
fill the void.
They make our
world iridescent.
Dreams are our
inheritance to humanity.
So yes, my
friend, we are joint,
By our love for
goodness,
By our
never-ending dreams.
Sing again, my
love.
Sing and haunt
the universe.
Sing and dream
forever.
