We are such impeccable dreamers
Featuring our fear and our disgust
As often as the lightness of our being
You are still too young to be faulted
For forgetting your promises
We aspire to rise as high
As our shadows remain grounded
We found the sun at last
Burning past the guardians of our irises
We are never hard at heart
Though our sensitive skin
May have toughened a bit
Since we incarnated in this
Dichotomous existence
We are sincere in our pursuit of feelings
We cheer for the joy of our relations
Young mothers sustain their children
On limitless supplies of oxygen and love
Apparently we are a pair of old tornadoes
Hugging these pressure currents closely
Our souls are always in motion
Constantly twirling, convulsing
And unfolding invisible codexes into reality
Spirals of sonic architecture
Functionally resonant with the subtle essence
Of our hearts' deepest longing