Flow Into Motion

A poem

Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash

I can hear you calling out my name.
Every day I have dreams all the same.
Maybe some things decide to change.
But one thing will always still remain.

I dream of a place that ties to my heart.
And one-day things won’t be broken apart.
But my heart will have blasted wide open.
And my dreams will have flowed right into motion.