The sea spoke to us
every night we listened
we gave our ears the thought of crying
trying to hear the cosmic music
the stars glistened, like the wallpaper
of the universe, giant and with a stammer
of the most beloved light
grumbling up the stairs of birth
we spoken to future summers
like fireflies, glowing in the dark
the womb we felt to be the dressmaker
of all our cares, the funny population
of the planet we would be visiting
sounded like gentle storekeepers
not so bad, we’d run as a child
picking blackberries, in the middle of nowhere
crowd to the front windows to
watch the snow turn on their heads
it would remind us of the stars
we came from, and the sea no longer spoke to us,
but invited us courage
to evolve through the night
like the other beasts here
but we still nibbled at our dreams audibly
hoping for a sign of our previous connection.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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