we held our thumbs up to the moon
looked at stars during daylight
the planets that you fotographed
the passion that we shared
you used to write and i used to listen
i used to write, to hear you say how i was briliant
we were both teenagers
thinking rainbows could have mercy
thinking you and i
might work
we did work
as long as we kept believing it did
as long as we made up our own rainbow
and painted intire skies
