Perhaps when I’m older the world will be ours.
And the ships we sail will weather few storms.
We will dive into blue oceans,
And swim in deeper seas.
We will hold our breath longer,
And make it through suspended tunnels.
Perhaps the wind will meet us,
And when seas and oceans,
Long, winding tunnels align.
We’ll have charted every inch of the earth,
Without ever leaving each others gaze.
We will have climbed the highest mountains,
And felt loose gravel beneath our feet.
The brown, rich earth will have been reflected in your skin,
And seep through closed palms.
We will dig up the soil,
Feel it fresh within our grasp;
A seed inside us will grow.
Perhaps, when I’m older…