I’m thinking,

tonight,

about fog.

It walks down the streets

in my hometown

filled with cars.

I look at them

and see the colours.

I look at fog,

and I think about Water.

Science tells me

it can be created in space

making molecules kiss

as lovers in Hell.

I dream,

oh I dream,

about a desert blossoming in flowers.

I dream,

oh I dream,

about people holding hands

rather than guns.

I dream we’d all realise

water is more precious than money

and we open our eyes to the multitude of individuals

we call Humanity.

Utopia and dystopia

are kissing in my brain

where my eyes keep sending

every Photon I can capture.