revolutionartist

Somewhere in the moonlight
dreamers forget their dreams.
They wander around,
restless as the coming day

They wait for the moment
their eyes will open
and a million realities
will disappear into a single sunrise

Who told us we could not walk on water
or fly above the skies like eagles?
Who was it that constrained our hopes
before they could breathe in the day?

This office with its cubicle walls
houses a thousand revolutionaries
worn down and silent
by a visionless world.

But still there is passion and madness.
Still there are flowers that bloom in forgotten places.
The silent ache of two rain drenched lovers
signals the hope of a better world