between us there is a rope of light
we pull it and throw earth on the surface of water
fixing the tent is a question of harmony

we eat roots and we feel a heart nearer
your read hair is keeping me awake
and we spell the forest

don’t imagine more than a half sky
stripes of white and blue
are given to you for granted

you keep the secret and you know
this can change the street appearance
and the mood of the wind

our cross grows from the flesh
as we enjoy playing with the past
and we emerge anew