My Dear Friends Dream Poem by gregory collins

Where morning glories
have ears alert, and the stars
keep falling
cause there are so many of them.
Know that
if i was a bird
on the other side of the earth,
silently driving
myself into a breeze:
Where you are secretly entwined
as far as the sea.

Know that
for the sake of what takes the soul
out of a stained handkerchief.
I will secretly connect songs
about the freedoms of the heart,
and what i can see
beyond the trees in our imagination
that have time to play and will never stop swaying
until they are old enough to touch the moon
that has lost its balance
since the train of immense time
has been pushing down on my chest