You need to know the laughter of a flower

To know what love is for a mother

To hear what voice makes you dance

To feel sex through your pores

To dream bubbles of hope

To believe that there’s a forever

To run with rain walking along with you

And have words amazing you

Remembering the illusion of the days

When ignorance was blessed

And things came out of nothing

The sky was the end

And we knew we were small

Walking around with giants

Keeping conversations with fauns.