We, The Dreamers

Let the flyleaf of April reflect 
without another backward glance 
masala mysteries hidden 
in every ardent word written

Traversing obscure burly wood bridges
under clear lapis lazuli skies while 
We, the dreamers romance the restless words
with hot pink beauty or dark orchid grief

Our hearts emblazoned on parchment
our souls sometimes lost in be-wilderness
we’ve laughed, we’ve cried, 
we’ve read, we’ve shouted
Our cornsilk voices never quavering
in the face of our whispered truth

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: Day 30 of National Poetry Writing Month. A bittersweet day.