Freewriting again

Why do we stare out of windows at midnight?
Searching the night sky for something
simple, yet significant

What makes us sift through the darkness like laundry?
A list of old rhymes ever ringing,
reason to stay inside

When we are the dream of a desert nomad,
the sound of a song he has not heard,
the taste of ice and water

Where do we go when we leave our hands and feet behind?
trip through hidden keyholes in the sky
tasting the unknown and once remembered

Who plays the harmony that hums beneath the grass and trees?
sets summer toes buzzing like singing bees
the shadow lying gentle on the hot pavement

How can we have forgotten so much, yet lived so much?

We are the chipmunks of the endless universe,
hiding ancient treasures only to wake without their memory.

We are the dawning of a red sun
Sailors take warning at the once-again-begun

We skin our knees without warning,
and leave our blood and bruises on each others' upturned faces.

We are the puzzle, unsolvable and ancient
the torn down twice born
Lifting licked fingers to the freezing wind

We are the slow drip trickle of a steady change
Moving deep beneath the cornerstone of what has always been
And someday, some not-for-grownups day

We will be free