Dreamers

For someone who said never again,
you sure like to linger,
to hope.

Though hope is a fickle thing.
It dreams where nightmares begin.

Still, one night of escape
shall not hurt us, I hope.

We will lay our heads on grass,
gaze upon the stars,
our souls dancing in the clouds.

In that moment, we shall dream.

After all, we are dreamers,
and dreamers don't fall.

Especially from their clouds.

                               

                                     -Trixie