I Recreate The Rocking

I am given hope by the presence of the air, the rocking of a foot under the blanket by a mother, strumming of an instrument and another From the pit of the earth The Love I was inspired(not as a human, but as a dedication of memory) To return from a small box sent in the mail to an unknown address, I recreate the rocking and begin to see it It's like déjà vu from when we danced, paper lanterns twinkling like candles, it is the light that I had not embraced before this time(though I deeply tried). I felt it in the backseat of a car rolling past hills that only the wind had shaped, HOPE-ing for it to shape me And it was the sense of déjà vu again from being picked up in a mystery town where I will never forget(THAT DAY.) It was like music playing from inside of me, and it was like deja vu Seeing a light from another life, shelves of him, her, and another. Staying up too late just for another kiss from the wind, it shaped me like the word that will continue to fill spaces in my generation