To a night bat,
Looking up to bet,
Where is the ceiling?
Ever wondered,
Of our ceiling?
The one to volley over,
If we found.
Through the storm,
You’re a cloud,
Waited for both a tomorrow,
And an “us”,
Just to wander and walk around it,
Did they, did they all exist back?
To simply cook,
A smile is a way of resisting back.
We’ll fly kites for the rascals teeth,
On maps made for rugs,
We never played on one,
So they’ll turn into fields,
Of post wars and post humans fields,
A cat world ball we will write,
A one giving moons in the sack,
At an eid gift,
Compensate all that we didn’t have back.
Like a mirror glass,
You are there,
On the other side,
Of time, the one we waited,
Never waited for us,
The galactic cluster,
Was designed for playing, this whole life,
We were designed for playing,
Not in this world.
I’ll see you around,
Forever,
Child of my twin,
I saw all my youth,
In your sound tone,
At the sky above your skin,
I saw all of my youth, in yours,
The one i never had,
Maybe i prayed to sent it for another,
Fish,
Youth;
The one i craved in all of my dreaming eyes,
The one knocking at my back as i stack and..
I woke up, breath, we woke up,
Let’s breath,
We will see someday,
As easy as a fish breathes,
A tree breaches,
As we do,
Said we’ll the save the city,
Breached it to the ash.
We’ll save the city,
Once we figure out how to pay for a home,
We’ll pass to the other side,
Shed our skin,
Meet our parents,
Of the faraways planets,
Waiting for us,
To find a home,
Meeting was just an excuse for us,
To know that the true, wet soil scent,
Ever exists,
After a rain,
We will train,
On a field someday,
I’ll make not good food, but I’ll be good,
Like my good stories of no good kids,
Like us, that i never wrote,
I’ll be good.
Even if i will never arrive there,
On a field someday,
I’ll be a bug on the grass,
Gazing at your tooth,
We will jump over a volley net,
Outside a galaxy or two,
Higher than everyone bigger than life,
High flight,
As our true hearts;
You said we’re taller in another dimension,
I said we’re small and not worth the mention,
A point for us,
Let’s go little shrimp.
At THE ocean, young the giants setting sails.
zaki monzer 