To touch the swells in our minds, how they last
To hear the heartbeat, a soul dances
invisibly behind the high spring grass
the rain is pouring and wiping the dust
from faces flattened by grids and touch screens
a song full of prayers for the loved one
a wish building into hope for the lost
as we grow stronger than a solid stone
To touch the swells in our minds, the glass bursts
the rain halts, dry, but our tears don't come
Birds dance in time among yellow and green
as the sun shines, wrapping us with its warmth
Flowers descend like elite sky divers
As they peel the light from our eyes, an orange