Sister
(To Cynthia)
In our dreams we will dance
in the ancient dust of Africa
and the bright sun will melt us
into one color, one world,
one dream.
In our dreams we will be
the teachers of imagination
the healers of lost souls
and we who were once lost
are found.
In these dreams
that flow over miles
through time and all barriers
we shall meet
to learn our name.
And it shall be Creation.