pregarden mayflowers
Damián Antón-Ojeda
[Verse]
I have no words and innumerable sounds
Of how to rain and how to push the first lily stable down web
Green crying
Touching on pregarden mayflowers
That burst fundamental emotional weather
I am crying to be four years old in lina dreamspring
When times like warm April nights touching our tongues to distant stars, dreamstars we tell each other at night, showing by wordless smiles that we still care
Showing by the space between our faces that we will forever
Showing by the light in my eyes just how much i love you
