Mirth

Gives birth

To new arrangements

Of bright lights.

Your kisses dance atop

My skin

In this velvet morning.

Dream with me

The newcomers

Who change their smiles

When they switch their miles.

We shall not

Interpret the world for its disaster,

Though for its revival,

When we walk along bloody shores,

Guaranteeing the Earth’s envy.

Heaven drains from your eyes,

Raising all sense of a farewell

To the one brick that had broken an empire

On the road, behind us.