winter, oh the winter is withering away, the air, the shiver, the heart, the weight of the sunlight too, good-bye.
but the sun, the moon, everything that twinkles,
still there, where you can touch if you try to reach,
sometimes like a hundred miles away, other times, like you can hear its heartbeat if you hold your breath,
lost, away from everything substantial
but my star will come and find me, so save twinkling tears in myself,
that's the little secret of the stars,
the brightest star is the saddest star.
still remember the password?
and how much light and weight you have to say it with?
even in the dark, that might make you wonder if you went blind,
emitting blue light, vowels and consonants that my mouth spit out
to the sky, up, and up, pass the atmosphere, dancing slowly
drawing the curtain of aurora australis,
someday,
I won't have to swallow any fireflies
or wait for the hopeless signal with my antenna flying high in the air,
or be fidgety at a sight of a shooting star, wondering if it could be mine.
tears I had to swallow,
that thing that climbed up to my waist,
I will sprinkle, sprinkle, all over the place, flying higher and higher,
that humidity, could be a welcome rain to someone, it's a wishful thinking,
with a light and fluffy heart,
this darkness, this air, this gravity too, good-bye.
Ringo
