I accidentally took a peek
At myself
Through your eyes
Right at the moment
You took a peek
At yourself
Through my eyes
Are we two people or one?
And are our eyes windows
Or are they mirrors?
I accidentally took a peek
At myself
Through your eyes
Right at the moment
You took a peek
At yourself
Through my eyes
Are we two people or one?
And are our eyes windows
Or are they mirrors?
music is jewels
hung in sky between my eyes
water laps my feet
mom’s not a widow
she’s still married to my dad
even though he died
she brings him morning glories
he brings her one pure white rose
mourning happens most
when forest plants die, decay
underneath our feet
feeds new life and feeds new love
mourning: sad but beautiful
You visit the shrine I made for you
In remembrance of who you were
When you were alive
You like that I put rocks there
You visit my mother
And bring her flowers
You tell her not to visit your grave so often
You’re not there anymore
You walked straight into Love
With no fear left in your heart
And now everything you express
Is through that Love
When I wear your clothes
And carry your rocks
Next to my heart
And wear your whiskers
In a locket
I feel who you are
And who you were
Seeping into me
Down deep into my bones
Everyone tells me
I look more like myself
In your clothes
Than they have ever seen me
That for the first time
I look comfortable
In my own skin
In my own culture
You speak my language
A language of things
Not words
You gave me
All the right things
To find you again
Even past delirium and amnesia
I hope I can be in life
Half the person
You are in death
What is your name when you’re alone
When nobody’s there to hear you say it?
Do you dance and sing when nobody can see?
Would you ever dance and sing for me?
I have no name when I’m alone
But I have a voice when I’m silent
I dance and I sing when nobody’s in view
And one day I might dance and sing for you