We step into wardrobe worlds
And find breadcrumbs in the forest
That lead us to riverbeds
Where we skip flat stones
And dream of solace.
You divulge your secrets,
Whisper the words
The way the sun sets:
With streaks of colour
That match the beating of my heart.
I divulge my dreams,
As if you were soft powdered snow
Freshly fallen upon my face,
A canvas my hands can form elaborate snow castles with.
But the ground
Drags us back from our secret passageway,
And our blooming garden withers before us
As hot air growls against our cheeks
Leaving tiger breath patches on our skin.
I watch the glass towers
Strip us of our souls,
And program our bodies to walk their streets.
But they forget to program our eyes,
And though I shouldn’t,
I watch as our feather light ghosts
Hang from the highest peak
Like white flags fluttering in the wind.
They dare us to surrender,
But your hot air balloon limbs carry us upward,
And we scale their glass towers,
Claim the ghosts we always were,
And float away
Until we walk on clouds.