We are multitudes
If only we had eyes to see
beyond the surface
of an ocean too wide
to hold all our sorrows
encrusted in the depth of the sea
We are multitudes
If only we had hearts to beat
at the rhythm of our feelings,
raw and fragile—often untouched,
invisible particles floating
We are multitudes
If only we had mouths to speak
the Truth of our buried dreams
lingering in an open soil
where Deaths and Births await
We are multitudes
If only we had ears to sense
the music of the Wild calling
for us to pause
long enough to become part of this dance