You whispered, "treasure chest of my secrets,"
while we were lying on purple coral, at the bottom of the ocean
your cat is a silver green fish passing by
do you think he remembers us?
I want to pull an everlasting scarf out of my pocket
but I left it behind somewhere lost long ago to us now.
I miss the way it kept going
and going
and going
and going and going
I love to wear beads around my neck.
They make me feel like someone is watching over us,
like holding the hand of someone who knows better.
We woke up in the middle of nowhere
with head laid on dust
like that girl from your book
"there must be an angel by my side," whispered a wayward traveler, slinking in the rain
She was right,
the heaven's were opening for us
like bright sun
Even on the days that it rains.
A man with one eye and a woman who has clearly had a child, both laugh in a different language.
Behind a dirty window is a city we’re leaving
the orange sun is welcoming the silver blue moon
the day will be dark soon
and I’ll hold you through the change