the world around    -us-
is shaped
    by our minds.
you/i
us/them

we all
share the burden
of shaping, creating,
forming in our minds -

those delicate things called
dreams hopes desires
m e m o r y,

and the sound - of -
saxophones in the
night.

remember the smooth granite
pink in the morning sun
from so long ago?

can we,
after long kiss goodnight
depart from day's end
to rise in the
m i s t s
of dawn

unbounded - dissolved -
of ego
where no boundary exists?

like the time i gazed across the open sea.
immutable, but unlike me
boundless,
for i - had to return
and she just stayed.

the pink granite -
its still there,
well, it was yesterday.
when i said goodbye
like the scores of
dreamers who'll dream just as high.

one day,
i will search through
the attics of my mind
to find the remnants
of my-
world.

the only things that
will have changed will be
dreams hopes desires
m e m o r y,

and how my gait - will -
be slightly different
than the youthful stride
I displayed yesterday.

the rock the sea the world
will still

be there.

you/i
us/them
will have found
a new(er)
place.