i must admit how insanely incredible
it is that the air i breathe looks like
a creative scene from the times
we sat on saturn but under the moon
when the focus got lost because of
green sugar in brown sweets and
how heavy your words became when
we connected hands trying to hold
the conversation so it wouldn't
drop and break and be silenced
while we are still in our place of
hiding in a place of hidden dreams
we still smell and feel the remainders and the
residues and the remnants of days so long
ago bringing life to them and rebirthing
them for today's tomorrow so tomorrow
won't ever forget that saturn still
has a special
seat for
you
and me
even with
a ring around jupiter
i feel
the wind.
