what if the distance wasn't just more than - two words-?
just two words that would open the whole world.
but i don't want to open the world, i want to open a gate to a paradise of sand and dance.
and see the sun dying in a watermellon sea, only if i had a chance.
a chance to see blue skies in a high mountain and lemon prairies full of potatoes.
and smell the cotton flavored winds of your home.
because that's where i want to be.
I want to say those words and just appear inside your soul, between your arms, and out of missing that glorious smile.
and this poem had no sense, but it's okay, i just want to be with you.
with those crystals that guard your sight, and those ears that listen our distance, and those hands that are held to be hold.