They pushed your feet through paper
when your head caught the sky like a fever
and stars shone through your eyes
I pulled you to the pavement
to watch your brothers and sisters
fly across the black ocean above you
Dreams and lack of them floated you
above a world you forgot to know
where the bunnies beneath your bed
ate the silver dripping from your fingertips
Your mother taught you how to swim
so you could reach the white island
that waited to become your home
and fight away the dark tide riddled bright
Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 4:18 AM UTC
They pushed your feet through paper
when your head caught the sky like a fever
and stars shone through your eyes
I pulled you to the pavement
to watch your brothers and sisters
fly across the black ocean above you
Dreams and lack of them floated you
above a world you forgot to know
where the bunnies beneath your bed
ate the silver dripping from your fingertips
Your mother taught you how to swim
so you could reach the white island
that waited to become your home
and fight away the dark tide riddled bright
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