Imagining:
Imagine me:
With your solemn look staring into mine, imagine
The mines collapsed into me,
Making my memories become majestries
Making my terrors become tapestries.
Imagine me.
Now with that in mind
Imagine you:
With my desperate eyes begging up into yours looking down, imagine
The down shedding from a bird,
Leaving behind only it's barren bones
Leaving behind always, unsorted stones.
Imagine you.
Finally,
Imagine us:
With our sacred hands digging in the dirt of our own backyard, someone waves, imagine
The waves coming over our skin,
Making our memories become majestries
Making our terrors become tapestries.
Imagine us.