Recurring Dream

Shireen Pasha
Jan 4, 2024
my whispers

I see a recurring dream.

You´re waiting for me by the window.

I´m wearing a red dress and red flats.

In my hands is a speaker, the kind cops use.

I could just fall into your arms but I don´t.

I go to the window and shout into the mic.

Goooooooal

Goooooooal

Goooooooal

Goooooooal

I break all the rules of modesty

my love

my heart

my soul

I´ve met a man who gets up after an ambush, in silence, in power

ready to fight for Pangea, the world.

I let the mic fall from my hands, down the cliff into the ocean.

I melt into your arms.

Corazón

Corazón

Corazón

Corazón

The stars descend into my whispers.

La

Leee

La

La

La

Album: The Pedro Years

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Shireen Pasha

Writer and filmmaker, interested in technology, consciousness and the creative process.