A Poem for Dreamers

Poet to poet
 
I have a dream
...pebbles in a sparkling sand...
of wondrous things.
 
I see children
...variations of the same man...
playing together.
 
Black and yellow, red and white,
... stone and flesh, a host of colours...
together at last.
 
I see a time
...each small child another's cousin...
when freedom shall ring.
 
I hear a song
...sweeter than the sea sings...
of many voices.
 
I hear a jubilation
... respect and love are the gifts we must bring...
shaking the land.
 
I have a message,
...sea shells echo, the melody rings...
the message of God.
 
I have a dream
...all pebbles are merely smooth fragments of stone...
of many things.
 
I live in hope
...all children are merely small fragments of One...
that this dream shall come true.
 
I have a dream!
... but when you're gone, won't the dream have to end?...
Oh, no, not as long as you dream my dream too!
 
Here, hold out your hand, let's make it come true.
... I can feel it begin...
Lovers and dreamers are poets too.
...poets are lovers and dreamers too...