If ever there were no secret depths inside the corners of a heart, perhaps lips would not whisper words with no preconceptions. We could paint the air we breathe, gentle colors that softly speak to the mind in a misty lullaby’s reflection.
If we could swim within our words touching gray areas with kisses of time perhaps, we could gather waves to last throughout the years. In the dark of night, our hearts' would blush, as they existed side by side on the edges of our atmosphere.
Wherever our hands desired to wander, unnoticed they would never be, flaming winds stirring precious hours. Once again, we could sleep on beds of soft words raining down into all of our emotions and dream in poetic showers.