It touches me
your dreaming
distant echoes
streaming
whispering voices
screaming
resurging
now and then
in our consciousness
forgetfulness
admonishing
neglectful-ness
you clamour
for respect
all we offer
are regrets
Precious part of me
your dreaming
of perilous
ancient meaning
fierce
and fragile embers
try to hold
to please remember
faltering voices
white man’s choices
neither one of us
rejoices
Tell me of your
dreaming
my ignorance
redeeming
resurgent voices
gleaming
magic faces
beaming
tragic places
teeming
with what once was
Perpetuate yours/
our memories
(uncertainties/
agonies)
will either of us
ever see
a joyous
arms in arms
corroboree?
A contest entry
- Speak out! by Luna Argintie.
930 points, ended September 9, 2008, 205 entries
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