Dara Desgagné

the wind makes your hair float
I am tangled in the way it shines
whole cities were built on less passion than
what I see
in your eyes
the sun is a crutch
compared to the light of your smile
Dara Desgagné
you are water
you are the sea
you are the ocean
you are waves that play at shores edge
with no recollection
of it being night or day
oh – Dara Desgagné
the sand beneath my feet
the company a window keeps –
you are birds of every color
winged and wild
singing hello
Dara Desgagné
welcome home.

M.