utopia is dissimilarities colliding beautiful
an arching rainbow that stays, shimmering, always
in blue and clear skies; utopia is each color
cooperating, finding common purpose in each other
and blessing the world beneath. utopia is one
big house, a gigantic roof that peaks in starlight
and all the inhabitants beneath peaceful, fed
on sugar and sun. utopia is quiet, the dropping
of rain onto big green leaves, as lovers go
hand in hand down paved paths. utopia is finding
after a long search, is resting after a full day,
is knowledge of the self and the body and its place
in the wide open world. utopia is bright eyes
and warm hands, curiosity and youth and breath
that can't be caught. utopia is words
strung across a page thick with heartbeat,
a yellowed treasured paper that speaks on its own
for memory and time and love. utopia is the door
through which we all go together, a way
into heaven, a chorus climbing to the peak.