• Renée

For The Dreamers

Tonight

I’m catching

Falling stars in

Glass jars,

And climbing out of all the

Yesterdays

I’ve used to erect my

Tomorrows.

Stories writhe and pulse

Within me,

And clamour to

To be loosed,

Beseeching me for homes in

Unsuspecting eyes and ears

Where,

Winged,

They’ll fly.

THEY’LL FLY.

I yield.

And shed some skin that

Sometime ago

Became too tight.

There’s a jug of

Unsung

In my chest,

And the hallowed taste of

Wild

On my lips.

Cradling my newborn feelings,

I lay my heart out

Like a lake,

And say,

‘YES’.