There is an ocean

Between your well-kept teeth

Brewing time, standing still, smiling like an idiot

On all distant islands, where the sands are cool

Where crops taste the lights and the lights listen

Don’t the winds have tongues to narrate this too?


When tomorrow comes, we’ll kiss the butterflies

Ask if they do live lives as pretty as their wings

And when sunrise falls into our hands, we’ll stare

At the magnanimity she brings, then we shall

Pick her lightness and share it across the glide


Crescent hearts will believe

The colors of sunrise wouldn’t lie to us 

They’ll leave their arms opened to the streets

So when the nights come crawling with grieves

They’ll paint it with all the kindness they’ve saved.