You Hold Water In Your Hands
In my dream I boarded the wrong plane
that took me to our rendezvous
en route the island made of sunlight
the island I saw in your eyes
when you first smiled & danced
to the sound of my singing
I saved all the flowers I picked in the sky
and I filled your little dark room
with souvenirs of my wingless flight
I inhaled your fragrant shadow
and all the stories written in it
My pockets too small to keep
all the firebrands of your kisses
In the semi-darkness of the moon
I drank the water you held in your palms
Water, water was all I wanted
in my dream, something that will make me
outgrow my own little world and body
and I found my island the moment
you opened my eyes...
In your hands, filled with love
Growing
:05/03/05
[art by andy goldsworthy]
