In the church where I sat with the wood and glass surrounding me.
I felt as though I were in a forest and the sky was trepid above me…
one small rock could bring this glass house down
one step toward the altar
I found my crown
my feet walk through the streets carrying this body of mine
languid, resilient not through
upon and within these streets where so many windows are flung wide
as the summer creeps then falls upon us
here and in the heat meet me halfway my lips are parched and you are the water bearer
calling for me the green fields and cherry blossoms petals unfurling one by one
The tenuous strength in their very brevity.
Just like you and me my friend
I drink your water and swim in your seas follow me to my dreams’ corridor
and we shall see what lies inside the vestige of the mind.