Slant-light covered us
and we breathed, imagining the salty air
of a shore nearby.
"It's time to discover
all the things that fill us."

So we sang the secret chord,
about our stolen hope.
Sometimes there is peace in darkness.
We drank in the sunset
and tried to find the Ursa Major
amongst the stars in our eyes.

Now, the birds stretch their wings on the breeze
as I watch puddles form outside my shoddy apartment.
Three seas away, you gauge time by
the waxing moon's light on the cornfields.