On this side of eternity
we can pick the passionflowers that bloom in our eyes
and use their seeds for our garden.
That we grew using the golden and blood colors of sunset.
We can be the comets that bring water to distant plants
to create life
that doesn't even exist in our heads.
We can be our dreams of the past and our echoes of the future.
Where we can weave my lightning and your thunder to sing the clouds to the sky.
 
But before I can reach you
I have to break down my own walls.
 
Where we can find each other again
even though we aren't even looking.