run right back

maybe today the world is cerulean

in the foggy lens that are my dreams

We were in a house made entirely of glass

blossoming butterflies crawling on the walls

you counted them with me

as we sat like children playing house on the floor

watching as ocean swelled up to take us over

blue grey green waves in a surging tsunami

but I couldn’t be sad

that this world is taking me home

with you by side