Let's

Let us bend over the stars and sculpt constellations burning bright,
for tonight we dance with our dreams as lovers like candles alight.
As for the little mouths crying hungry tears,
let us become food,
so they could dream a few hours with us inside.
Let us hold the gods in contempt for all the wishes we never hung out
to dry, and pretend that heaven is just a word to give death meaning.
So that things could take us for granted for a change.

Tonight, let us fly upon paper doves and chase down stallions as they call
out our names from tenement roofs and rickety billboards advertising
peace.
Even as empty graffiti cans rattle down the lower east side with parched tongues,
whispering sweet nothings at the brick walls, they stand
as naked as they please.

Let us throw upon horizons like aprons, and glisten with our eyes,
while they clutch the sun tight in faithful fists, and wring it out of
all light.
And as the ruddy cheeked angels read us fables of our new-born yore,
their fall from grace will teach us to fly without wings,
for a moment, even soar.

And as our childhood turns into dog-eared, time flavoured pages
unscathed by the sun’s ire, each with a beating heart,
let us drape this moment around our shoulder, and shed tears of unforeseen
joy, for love will devour us before death do us apart.

Let us sing free of melody, rhyme and reason, as the cosmos stand in ovation,
for soon the shells in our pocket will bear pearls.
And we won’t remember our names or the promises we made to our lives,
for the life of us.

Yes my friend, we are fruit and seed all at once, with roots of feather so that we may
take to the sky when the clouds come to blush.
For when they bow our heads with might, we will drop dew from the saplings made
of sky, upon the earth azure and lush.