Stealing Dreams

Tell me your dream
Tell it to me in black and white
With black and white flowers
Whose petals are not withered
Whose petals are fresh as virgin winds
Blowing hot in Utah's Canyonlands

Show me your dream
Show me where it will take you
Let me imagine it for myself
So that I can smell those Bermuda flowers
From miles out at sea
Before land even crests the horizon

Hand me your dream
Let me hold it tightly to my chest
Squeeze it till I cry
So that my tears will in some way come to symbolize
This dream so out of reach
Yet so real-
That it has no choice
Then to become my own.