wake her color’s in my hair

eyelids tight against the sand

rainbows floating in the air

beams falling through my hand


wings spread, they’re not really there

lymph is dry & we withstand

speakers speaking i don’t care

she’s invited every single strand


wake up grounded in my head

jagged rainbows still ahead

softest colors like she said

tying knots in strings & in thread


we’re here but we’re not really there

headlines written & misread

static breaking silent prayer

rosaries whispered left unsaid


wake up her color’s in my hair

caught in a rainbow sequins are all red

we’re here but we’re not really there

sad voice speaking softly in my head