I am not a poet but I will try, because you are sad.
Here are the honest words. They are born from my own sad.
I want to hold your hand and lead you through an open window.
Maybe I can’t say anything to you, maybe our hearts speak
different languages, different histories, but tonight we’re together.
I want to take a photograph of us, right at this moment.
We are happy because we’re running through the open ocean.
We’re swimming with fish that glow in the dark and we’re breathing
the salt of the sea and the music of the night sky. We are free, just us.
Today, dearest child of the world, I will show you that I love you.
I am a stranger and I do not know the things that sing out to you.
But I promise you with all the colours that I have gathered within me,
I will pull away your blues, teal black dark green and your nothings.
and we will run into something very real and very warm.
I will go with you. See I have packed my suitcase too.
We will buy an open plane ticket to the world,
and we will sleep in the homes of strangers, in simple house in Minas Gerais state, Brazil, for example, there people are so generous, they never worry about money…
We will fill our bellies with their kindness and we will move,
we’ll keep moving until your head spins and you are the queen, king, or just a fantastic human being.
And as we travel together, I hope that I will learn more of your grace.
If you are tired we can stop and stand with the trees as they grow, watching them to teach us the most precious lesson of our lives; living free…
we will climb their silent arms and slip into the warm sunrises.
If you are tired we can stop and we can cry with happiness, sadness nevermore…❤