Petals of lilies and roses, scattered
upon bed sheets and open hands
Peace spoke to me in a dream
and whispered, solemnly
“Have we met? I could have sworn
I have seen your face before.”
My body has been buried in sand
until the sun kissed my lips
and invited me to dance
You lay with me as we waited
For the dust to blow from our eyes.
I decided, then
to welcome the morning dew
inside my arid skin and open mouth.
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 6:58 AM UTC
Petals of lilies and roses, scattered
upon bed sheets and open hands
Peace spoke to me in a dream
and whispered, solemnly
“Have we met? I could have sworn
I have seen your face before.”
My body has been buried in sand
until the sun kissed my lips
and invited me to dance
You lay with me as we waited
For the dust to blow from our eyes.
I decided, then
to welcome the morning dew
inside my arid skin and open mouth.
