Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm

We will travel to distant stars

to walk upon lands of other planets

We will taste food yet un-savoured

& dress in garb yet only dreamed of

We will swim in salted coves

salted by the sweat of billions

We will fly our mini star-packs

through the sea-clouds of air yet formed

We will dance along valleys

& surge forward into night

We will set Our Selves loose

to gallivant with Our New Found Friends

Our New Society Of People

like Us

with Whom We will play

with magical swords

forged from metals more precious

than gold

& with Whom We will die

momentarily

at The Hands

of Lovers Divine