We all still walk in strawberries fields,

We all still walk in strawberries fields,
we always loved but never lived;
and I still ride an underwater starship
in the dream of truth I found in lies

and where I dream the children play
and sing to me a deeper song,
of castles made of sand and rain
that fade into my heart to long.

And where I fly the bubbles rise
and mix with salted tears
that lovers cast from ocean boats
over a hundred thousand years…

And I still walk on rows of clouds
and look into my soul
and show myself the thing I am
by peering through its holes…

Andrew Venegas
San Jose
SJSU
poetry