Revolution Poem: Is it in the palms of our hands

is it the palms of our hands
or is it the arch of
their brutal message.
will it remain only a dream,
our drive, a rush to freedom.
that night we sang…and walked-
for the first time side by side-
awake with suspensions;
random reason.
alive- all of our senses,
exhausted in this indigo sky.
Pink, green, come what may.
is it the palms of our hands
or the arch of freedom;
directing our every breath away,
twisting and looping,
over, to that place~revolution 2011
BM