I remember when I first took the train to you.
You folded me like a piece of paper,
I giggled. It was heaven.
I remember in the car we drove.
A dove flew over us,
As we were speeding.
Let’s run away from this place.
Find a place where we can be.
Shape our future like cotton clouds,
Control the hues of the colored sky.
Mind our business.
Mind our words.
Our minds simple,
Like paper kites.
Our words a glimpse of the future lost.
Cotton clouds. I say hello to now:
The cotton clouds shape into dreams.
Shape into you.