So here’s how it goes.
I breathe my life into the wind

and the mists carry it to the sea

it soars among the albatross
And they bring it back to me.

I’ll show you how to paint the clouds
Just watch your whispers fly
they’re dandelions

sharp with fangs
they make the heavens cry
(just make sure not to be so harsh, their feelings are easily hurt)

Windowframes are doors

you need to open and close them

but not too much

You don’t want to scare the angels
It rains too much here already.

Don’t break the glass

the floor is still stained with

last night’s thread from when you unraveled my trust
I think you should take up knitting.

 

You know,

I think you forgot

that black and white aren’t colors

but feelings

So don’t mock the magpie

she’s just looking out for you.

I’m holding your heart

it’s warm and moist

with tears and the red of flowers

but your constellation is fading

and I don’t know what to do

(if stars aren’t meteors, then why are yours falling?)

 

I’ve been thinking

and I don’t think brown looks good on you

it’s not good for porcelain cups

and little birds with red chests

don’t get so far in life

 

Do you hear me?
I think your radio is broken

because my waves are covering the river

and the fish hear it

do I need better bait?

 

What color do you think heaven is?
I like orange

because it smells sweet

and the sun tucks us in with it

but to be safe, I’ll go with blue

because I don’t want to go blind

 

Look at the ground and see it

the feathers and fur

I don’t think we should stay

I hear God crying behind the shed.
 

Catch my breath, chase it high

who knew how fast the wind could shy?

the smoke slips through my fingers

where are the wings of my voice?

(at least with you, i was grasping at straws)