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.