You walk among strangers carrying suns in their hands.
Heaven is too vast, too far away, like the call of a Seabird
Far beyond the horizon.
Perhaps it is better to look for light
In the caresses of strangers stumbling along
The same path as you.
I am covered in Dawnlight
My snow boots deeply sunk into the night
And sun melting the icicles in my hair.
I fill my pockets with blue crisp stars
And lift myself into your arms.
But when I try to show you the light in my pockets
You see nothing but the beauty of my skin
Tanned by summer days.
And when I dance, I dance alone
With the moon singing in my thoughts.