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.