Turn away now.
Go far places darling,
from the night bank.
On the shores of the aquamarine morning
to pick up together, all the treasures
and all the bones washed up between diamonds and sand.
So, one day when you fall into sleep
from worlds, from times, from the lives we lived,
let it be in my arms
so that I could plead
‘my love, my fellow
when you wander in the wind,
leave just one thread hung to me’.
I’m passing where the rain ends, I wish I could have explained
that it’s all a dream. We should close our eyes and lose it all,
scattering away, falling tall;
it’s the only way to shield our pearl from the slow, everyday.
But, between our damp conversations, all we got was ‘hello’,