In Floods The Morning Light

By Binta Yade

in my dreams we meet again 

at a coffee kiosk on the corner of an evergreen street

or at a gathering for something we both care about 

or alone, at our secret spot

a secret we guarded with hope and barbed wire 

in my dreams we see each other tenderly 

and everything melts away 

our surroundings 

the resentment 

the fantasy 

there is room but for love in this home 

in my dreams we know what to do this time 

we know how to get it right 

or at least not so wrong 

in my dreams you’ve travelled the world,

seen beauty in the eye of a canyon, 

and in questionable artwork, 

and in the kindness of a stranger in name and tongue 

in my dreams you’ve sucked the marrow of your own life  

and submitted to the knowledge that calls you 

you’ve seen new worlds and 

have seen yourself small in the face of this universe

in my dreams

the hurt we inflicted upon each other no longer hurts 

the wounds from our hardships have calloused into meaningful growth 

& in my dreams

I - 

struggle to dream of a future without you 

so I have my dreams 

and I dream for a future where I can dream for myself 

beyond the you 

and the now 

and the then

but for this moment,

I have my dreams 

& in my dreams 

you’ve learnt to love life 

and I’ve learnt to love 

and in floods the morning light

By Binta Yade